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FROM   THE   LIBRARY  OF 
REV.    LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON.   D.  D. 

BEQUEATHED   BY   HIM   TO 

THE   LIBRARY  OF 

PRINCETON  THEOLOGICAL   SEMINARY 


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Precious  Hymns. 


PHILADELPHIA : 
BETHANY  SABBATH  SCHOOL 


Preface. 

For  a  long  time  we  have  felt  in  our  Sabbath 
School  and  Prayer  Meetings  the  need  of  a  Book 
of  Song — something  different  from  any  of  the 
numerous  publications  designed  for  such  use. 
A  book,  first  of  all,  without  notes.  The  notes 
are  valueless  to  nine-tenths  of  our  scholars, 
and  tend  to  confuse  those  who  do  not  read 
music.  A  book  that  shall  contain  a  larger 
number  and  proportion  of  the  "good  old- 
fashioned"  hymns  and  songs  which  are  made 
doubly  dear  by  sacred  associations.  A  book 
containing  the  choicest  selections  of  more 
recent  Sunday-school  songs,  such  as  we  have 
found  by  experience  are  best  liked  by  the 
children,  and  best  calculated  to  do  them  good. 

In  this  little  book  we  have  attempted  to 
meet  this  want.  How  successful  we  have  been , 
can  be  determined  only  after  it  has  been  for 
some  time  in  the  hands  of  our  children,  and  in 
use  in  our  Prayer  Meetings. 

May  the  blessing  of  God  attending  it  be 
proportionate  to  the  sincerity  of  our  desire  in 
undertaking  the  task,  rather  than  the  skill  with 
which  we  have  executed  it. 


Printed  for  our  own  use,  and  cannot  be  sold. 


The  Lord's  Prayer. 


Our  Father,  ivhich  art  in  heaven, 
hallowed  he  thy  name;  thy  kingdom 
come;  thy  will  he  done  in  earth  as  it  is 
in  heaven;  give  us  this  day  our  daily 
bread  ;  and  forgive  us  our  dehts,  as  we 
forgive  our  debtors;  and  lead  us  not 
into  temptation,  but  deliver^  us  from 
evil ;  for  thine  is  the  kingdom,  and  the 
power,  and  the  glory,  for  ever.    Amen, 


The  Creed. 


I  BELIEVE  IN  God  the  Father  Almighty, 
Maker  of  heaven  and  earth  :  and  in  Jesus 
Christ,  his  only  Son,  our  Lord,  who  was 
conceived  by  the  Holy  Ghost,  born  of  the  Vir- 
gin Mary,  suffered  under  Pontius  Pilate,  was 
crucified,  dead  and  buried, — he  descended  into 
hell  f  the  third  day  he  arose  again  from  the 
dead,  he  ascended  into  heaven,  and  sitteth  on 
the  right  hand  of  God  the  Father  Almighty ; 
from  thence  he  shall  come  to  judge  the  quick 
and  the  dead.  I  believe  in  the  Holy  Ghost  ; 
the  holy  catholic  church — the  communion  of 
saints ;  the  forgiveness  of  sins  ;  the  resur- 
rection of  the  body,  and  the  life  everlasting. 
Amen. 


*That  is,  he  continued  in  the  state  of'the  dead,  and  under 
the  power  of  death,  for  a  time. 


Order  of  Worship  No.  1. 


1.  Super hiteiident.— Worthy   is  the   Lamb 

that  was  slain  to  receive  power  and  riches, 
and  wisdom,  and  strength,  and  honor,  and 
glory,  and  blessing. — Rev.  5  :  12. 

2,  Scholars  and  Teachers, — Him  hath  God 

exalted  with  his  right  hand  to  be  a  Prince 
and  a  Saviour,  for  to  give  repentance  tc 
Israel  and  forgiveness  of  sins. — Acts  $  :  31. 

8.  Associate   Superintendent,  —  Let   us 

therefore  come  boldly  unto  the  throne  of 
grace,  that  we  may  obtain  mercy,  and  fmd 
grace  to  help  in  time  of  need. — Heb.  4  :  16. 

4,  Scholars,     Teachers,    Secretaries, 

Treasurers,     Superintendents,      all 

close  their  eyes  and  engage  in Silent 

Prayer. 

5,  Superintendent. — Blessed   is    he  whose 

transgression  is  forgiven,  whose  sin  is 
covered. — Psalm  32  :  i. 

6,  Scholars  and  J'ertc/ie?'s.— Blessed  is  the 

man  unto  whom  the  Lord  imputeth  not 
iniquity. — Psalm  32  :  2. 


7»  Chant.  {All,) — i.  Lord,  thou  hast  been 
our  dwelling-place  in  |  all  gene-  |  rations.  |1 
Before  the  mountains  were  brought  forth, 
or  ever  thou  hadst  formed  the  earth  and 
the  world,  even  from  ever-  |  lasting  to 
everlasting  |  thou  art  |  God. 

8.  Creed,  {All,) 

9.  Superintendent.— Th.Q  Catechism  ques- 

tion of  the  day. 

10.  Scholars  and  Teachers. —  The  Cate- 
chism answer  of  the  day. 

11.  All. — Hymn. 

12.  Reading  Scripture  Lesson  of  the 
Uay,    (Alternate  or  otherwise  as  directed.) 

13.  Invocation  Mymn. 

Pass  me  not,  O  gentle  Saviour, 

Hear  my  humble  cry  ; 
While  on  others  thou  art  smiling, 
Do  not  pass  me  by. 
Saviour,  Saviour,  hear  my  humble  cry, 
While  on  others  thou  art  calling,  do  not  pass  me  by. 

14.  Prayer. — Scholars  and  Teachers  repeat- 
ing. 

15.  Hymn. 

16.  Lesson  Study, 

17*  One  Bell. —  Giving  notice  that  lessons 
must  close  in  five  minutes. 


18,  Two  Sells, — Attention — Silence. 

19,  Hymns  and  Notices, 

20,  Superintendent's  Lesson, 

21,  Hytnns. 

22,  Superintendent,— Gr3.ce  he  to  you,  and 
peace  from  God  our  Father  and  from  the 
Lord  Jesus  Christ. — Galatians  i  :  3. 

23,  Scholars  and  Teachers, — Who  g^ve 
himself  for  our  sins  :  that  he  might  deliver 
us  from  this  present  evil  world,  according 
to  the  will  of  God  and  our  Father. — Gala- 
tians 1:4. 

24,  Superintendent,  —  To  him  be  glory, 
both  now  and  forever. — 2  Peter  3:18. 

25,  All,— Amen. 

26,  Last  Song, 

Hallelujah,  thine  the  g^ory, 

Hallelujah.  Amen  ! 
Hallelujah,  thine  the  glory,   - 

Revive  us  again. 

27,  Scholars  and  Teachers.— The  Lord's 
Prayer. 

28,  School  Dismissed, — Singing. 


Order  of  Worship  No.  2. 


2.20, — Organ  lo  minutes. 

2,30,—S'mging  : 

Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord  God  Almighty ! 

Early  in  the  morning  our  song  shall  rise  to  thee; 

Holy,  holy,  holy  !  merciful  and  mighty ! 

God  in  Three  Persons,  blessed  Trinity! 

Superintendent, — Know  ye  tliat  the  Lord  he 
is  God ;  it  is  he  that  hath  made  us,  and 
not  we  ourselves ;  we  are  his  people  and 
the  sheep  of  his  pasture. 

Associate  Superintendent,  —  The  Lord  is 
merciful  and  gracious,  slow  to  anger,  and 
plenteous  in  mercy. 

Second  Associate  Superintendent,— God 

commendeth  his  love  toward  us,  in  that, 
while  we  were  yet  sinners,  Christ  died  for 
us. 

Silent  JPrayer, 

Superintendent, — He  that  spared  not  his 
own  Son,  but  delivered  him  up  for  us  all, 
how  shall  he  not  with  him  also  freely  give 
us  all  things  ? 


School, — God  so  loved  the  world,  that  he  gave 
his  only  begotten  Son,  that  whosoever 
believeth  in  him  should  not  perish  but 
have  everlasting  life. 

Infant  School, — Wherefore  he  is  able  also 
to  save  them  to  the  uttermost  that  come 
untoGod  by  him,  seeing  he  ever  liveth  to 
make  intercession  for  them. 

Primary, — Seek  ye  the  Lord  while  he  may 
be  found,  call  ye  upon  him  while  he  is 
near. 

3oys^  Infant, — He  is  a  rewarder  of  them  that 
diligently  seek  him. 

TO  BE  SAID  RESPONSIVELY. 

Males, — So  teach  us  to  number  our  days,  that 
we  may  apply  our  hearts  unto  wisdom. 

Females, — The  fear  of  the  Lord  is  the  begin- 
ning of  wisdom. 

3Iales, — Thy  word  is  a  lamp  unto  my  feet. 

Females, — And  a  light  unto  my  path. 

Males,— Ox d^r  my  steps  in  thy  word. 

Females, — And  let  not  any  iniquity  have 
dominion  over  me. 


Pastor^s  C^CTSS.— Blessed  are  they  that  keep 
his  testimonies,  and  that  seek  him  with  the 
whole  heart. 

Superintendent,— Blessed  are  they  which  do 
hunger  and  thirst  after  righteousness;  for 
they  shall  be  filled. 

THE  SCHOOL  WILL  RISE. 

The  Apostles'  Creed  or  Ten  Coin^tiand- 

rw-e/ifs.— (Immediately  preceding  hymrfs.) 

Choir, — It  is  a  good  thing  to  give  thanks  unto 
the  Lord,  and  to  sing  praises  unto  thy 
name,  O  Most  High. 

Hymn, — Read  alternately  by  School. 

Scrijyture  of  the  Day, 

Invocation : 

Come,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  light  and  comfort  from  above. 
Be  thou  our  guardian,  thou  our  guide, 
O'er  every  thought  and  step  preside. 

JPrayer, — Ending  with  Chant,  Our  Father. 

Singing. 

Missionary  Offerings,  —  During  which 
Organ  plays.  Then  shall  be  read  suit- 
able passages  of  Scripture. 

Catechism, 


Notices, 

Secretaries, — Whatsoever  thy  hand  findeth 
to  do,  do  it  with  thy  might ;  for  there  is  no 
work,  nor  device,  nor  knowledge,  nor 
wisdom,  in  the  grave  whither  thou  goest. 

Study, 

Golden  Text, 

Review, 

Distribution  of  Papers,  etc. 

Singing, 

Superititendent, — Here  have  we  no  con- 
tinuing city. 

Scholars, — But  we  seek  one  to  come. 

Superintendent, — Blessed  are  the  pure  in 
heart. 

Scholars,— For  they  shall  see  God. 

Superintendent,— Yea.Y  not,  little  flock;  for 
it  is  your  Father's  good  pleasure  to  give 
you  the  kingdom. 

Perfect  Silence  for  ONE  MINUTE 
before  any  one  stirs. 


Order  of  Worship  No.  3. 


1,  2.20— Organ  and   Comet,— Ten  min- 

utes. 

2,  2,25— First  _Be?;.— Preparation. 

3,  2,30— Second  ^eW.— Perfect  silence. 

4,  Hijmn: 

Father,  to  thee  I  come, 
Owning  how  weak  I  am; 
Grant  thy  sustaining  arm, 
Lead  me,  I  pray. 

5,  Silent  Prayer, 

6,  Superintendent,  —  Have  respect,   there- 

fore, to  the  prayer  of  thy  servant  and  to 
his  supplication,  O  Lord,  my  God. — 
2  Chron.  6  :  19. 

7,  School, — Amen. 

8,  Superintendent, — That  thine  eyes   may 

be  open  upon  this  house  day  and  night, 
upon  the  place  whereof  thou  hast  said  that 
thou  wouldest  put  thy  name  there. — ■ 
2  Chron.  6  :  20. 


9,  School, — Amen. 

10.  First   Associate   Superintendent, — 

But  will    God    in  -very    deed    dwell  with 
men  on  the  earth. — 2  Chron.  6:18. 


11,  Pastor. — Behold  the  tabernacle  of  God 
is  with  men,  and  he  will  dwell  with  them. — 
Rev.  21  :  3. 

12,  JBoys. — For  thus  saith  the  high  and  lofty 
One  that  inhabiteth  eternity,  whose  name 
is  Holy ;  I  dwell  in  the  high  and  holy 
place. — Isa.  57  :  15. 

13,  Crirls. — With  him  also  that  is  oi  2.  con- 
trite and  humble  spirit. — Isa.  57  :  15. 

14:,  Infant  Room  Song, 

Hark !  I  hear  the  Saviour  calling: 
"  Little  children,  come  to  me ; 

I  will  bless  you,  save  you,  keep  you,, 
I  from  sin  will  set  you  free." 

Chorus. 

He  calls  again ;  oh,  let  \as,  then, 

With  one  united  cry, 
The  call  obey,  and  humbly  say — 
•• .  "  Dear  Jesus,  here  am  I." 


IS,  Primary  Moom,  No.  :Z.— Seek  ye  the 
Lord  while  he  may  be  found,  call  ye  upon 
.    him  while  he  is  near. — Isa.  55:6. 


16*  Primary  Room,  No,  2,  Song: 

Little  children,  little  children, 
Who  love  their  Redeemer, 
Are  the  jewels,  precious  jewels, 
His  loved  and  his  own. 

Chorus. 

Like  the  stars  of  the  morning, 
His  bright  crown  adorning. 
They  shall  shine  in  their  beauty, 
Bright  gems  for  his  crown. 

17»  Boys, — If  we  confess  our  sins,  he  is  faith- 
ful and  just  to  forgive  us  our  sins,  and  t' 
cleanse    us    from    all    unrighteousness.- 
I  John  I  :  9. 

18,  Girls, — All  we  like  sheep  have  gone 
astray ;  we  have  turned  every  one  to  his 
own  way,  and  the  Lord  has  laid  on  him 
the  iniquity  of  us  all.  — Isa.  53  :  6. 

19,  Pastor's  Class, — The  Lord  is  merciful 
and  gracious,  slow  to  anger,  and  plenteous 
in  mercy. — Psalm  103  :  8. 

20,  Second  Associate  Superintendent,— 

I  will  sing  of  mercy  and  judgment;  unto 
thee,  O  Lord,  will  I  sing. — Psalm  101:1. 

21,  Chant  the  Lord's  Prayer. 

22,  The  Apostles'  Creed. 

23,  Catechism  Question  and  Answer. 


24:,  Golden  Text  of  the  Uay. 

25.  Hymn, 

26.  Superintendent.  —  And  Ezra  opened 
the  book  in  the  sight  of  all  the  people,  and 
when  he  opened  it  all  the  people  stood 
up. — Neh.  8:5. 

27'  Holding  up  Bibles. 

28.  Heading  Scripture  Lesson, 

29.  Invocation. 

J5oj/«.— Father,  let  thy  benediction, 
Gently  falling  as  the  dew, 

Girls.— And  thy  ever-gracious  presence, 

Bless  us  all  this  service  through, 

May  we  ever 
Keep  the  end  of  life  in  view. 

30.  Prayer, 

31.  Hymn, 

32.  Missionary  Offerings — During  which 
suitable  portions  of  Scripture  shall  be 
read — the  organ  playing  softly. 

55.  Notices  for  the  Day  and   Week* — 

Teachers  marking  roll. 

34:,  The  Lesson  Study. 

35,  Review  by  Superintendent 


36,  Hymns,  ' 

37-  Secretaries'  Time  for  Distribution, 

38,  Parting  Words,  Superintendent, — 

In  all  thy  ways  acknowledge  him,  and  he 
shall  direct  thy  paths. — Prov.  3  :  6. 

39,  Scholars'  Last  Words  —I  will  lift  up 
mine  eyes  unto  the  hills,  from  whence 
Cometh  my  help. — Psalm  121  :  i. 

4:0,  Silent  Prayer. — No  one  stirring  for  a 
full  minute  until  the  organ  plays. 


Order  of  Worship  No.  4. 

2*20,  Organ  and  Cornet,— lo  minutes. 
2.23.  Preparation  Bell. 
2.30.  Perfect  Silence, 

Invocation  : 

Saviour,  not  with  costly  treasure 

Do  we  gather  at  thy  throne  ; 
All  we  have,  our  hearts,  we  give  thee, 

Consecrate  them  thme  alone. 

Tune—"  Stock-well." 

Silent  Prayer,  broken  by  singing  softly: 

More  of  thy  love  I'd  have, 

Nearer  to  thee  would  live, 

Earnest  heart  service  give, 

Day  after  day. 

(The  whole  of  the  One  Hundred  and  Forty-fifth  Psalm  is 
embraced  by  our  Scripture  verses.) 

Superintendent ,— I  will  extol  thee,  my  God, 
O  King  !  I  will  bless  thy  name  for  ever  ana 
ever. 

Scholars,  your  voices  raise. 
Join  in  a  song  of  praise 
To  Christ  j^our  King. 
Praise  him  with  heart  and  tongue, 
Praise  him  in  holy  song, 
Praises  to  him  belong, 
Sing,  sweetly  sing; 
Praises  to  him  belong. 
Sing,  sweetly  sing. 


JPastor. — Every  day  will  I  bless  thee,  and 
I  will  praise  thy  name  for  ever  and  ever. 

School, — Great  is  the  Lord,  and  greatly  to  be 
praised,  and  his  greatness  is  unsearchable. 

Soys. — The  Lord  is  gracious  and  full  of  com- 
passion ;  slow  to  anger  and  of  great  mercy. 

Girls, — The  Lord  is  good  to  all,  and  his 
tender  mercies  are  over  all  his  works, 

Soys, — All  thy  works  shall  praise  thee,  O  God ; 
and  thy  saints  shall  bless  thee. 

Girls. — They  shall  speak  of  the  glory  of  thy 
kingdom,  and  talk  of  thy  power. 

Girls'  Infant  School: 

CHORrs. 

Good  news  for  little  children, 

Wherever  they  may  be ; 
To  them  the  loving  Saviour 

Has  said,  "  Come  unto  me." 

Chant. — Suffer  little  children  to  come  unto 
me,  and  forbid  them  not ;  for  of  such  is 
the  king-dom  of  heaven. 


JPrimary  Hoom,  —  I  will  speak  of  the 
glorious  honor  of  thy  majesty,  and  thy 
wondrous  works. 


Infant  and  Primary  Scholars: 

Jesus,  holy,  undefiled, 

Listen  to  a  little  child  ; 
Help  me  so  to  live  in  love 

As  thine  angels  do  above. 

Miss  Cuyler's  Class,  —  And  men  shall 
speak  of  the  might  of  thy  terrible  acts,  and 
I  will  declare  thy  greatness. 

Superintendent, —  They  shall  abundantly 
utter  the  memory  of  thy  great  goodness, 
and  shall  sing  of  thy  righteousness. 

Associate  Superintendent. — To  make 
known  to  the  sons  of  men  his  mighty  acts 
and  the  glorious  majesty  of  his  kingdom. 

Lift  the  voice  in  holy  song ; 

Awake,  ye  saints  who  love  the  Lord ; 
Gather  here  in  happy  throng, 

And  praise  his  name  with  one  accord. 
Ye  who  know  the  great  salvation, 

Sing  the  triumph  of  his  grace, 
And  with  higher  adoration 

Come  before  Jehovah's  face. 

Praise  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  light  ; 
Praise  the  Lord,  ye  heavenly  host ; 
Praise  the  Lord  for  all  his  mighty  acts, 
In  all  the  places  of  his  wide  dominion ; 
Praise  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Superintendent. — Thy  kingdom  is  an  ever- 
lasting kingdom,  and  thy  dominion  endur- 
eth  throughout  all  generations. 

Pastor's  Class. — The  Lord  upholdeth  all 
that  fall,  and  raiseth  up  all  those  that  be 
bowed  down. 


Girls. — The  eyes  of  all  wait  upon  thee,  and 
thou  givest  them  their  meat  in  due  season 

Boys. — Thou  openest  thy  hand,  and  satisfieth 
the  desire  of  every  living  thing. 

Girls. — The  Lord  is  righteous  in  all  his  ways, 
and  holy  m  all  his  works. 

The  Stranger. — The  Lord  is  nigh  unto  all 
them  that  call  upon  him,  to  all  that  call 
upon  him  m  truth. 

Boys. — He  will  fulfill  the  desire  of  them  that 
fear  him  ,  he  also  will  hear  their  cry  and 
will  save  them. 

Chorister. — The  Lord  preserveth  all  them 
that  love  him,  but  all  the  wicked  will  he 
destroy. 

Associate  Superintendent.  —  My  mouth 
shall  speak  the  praise  of  the  Lord,  and  let 
all  flesh  bless  his  holy  name  forever. 

Chant. — The  Lord's  Prayer. 

The  Apostles'  Creed, 

Qirls  Onii/.— Praise  the  Saviour,  O  ye  people! 
Praise  and  bless  his  holy  name. 
Praise  and  worship  him,  children,  wor- 
ship him. 
For  a  child  from  heaven  he  came. 
Praise  him  from  the  hills  and  mountains, 
From  the  vales  and  cities  all 
Hail  him  King  of  earth  and  heaven 
Who  was  once  a  child  so  small.  :|| 


thill  Chorus. — Praise  him  in  the  sanctuary, 

Let  the  children  sAvell  the  strain, 
And  at  morn  and  noon  and  even 
Echo  still  the  sweet  refrain  ; 
And  at  morn  and  noon  and  even 
Echo  still  the  sweet  refrain 

How  tnany  Bibles  can  we  show? 

Title  of  Lesson, 

Golden  Text, 

Where  is  the  Lesson  found  ? 

Superintendent, — All  scripture  is  given  by 
inspiration  of  God,  and  is  profitable  for 
doctrine,  for  reproof,  for  correction,  for 
instruction  in  righteousness  — 2  Tim  3  :  16 

Scholars  Rise,  and  Read  Scripture  for 
the  £>ay's  Study. 

Invocation  Song  : 

Jesus,  thou  art  all  compassion. 
Pure  unbounded  love  thou  art : 
Visit  us  with  thy  salvation, 
Enter  every  trembling  heart. 

Prayer, 

Hymn. 

Missionary  Offerings  while  Organ 
plays  softly,  and  Superintendent 
reads  suitable  portions  of  Scripture* 


Notices  of  the  Day  and  Week,— KoWs 
marked. 

Class  Studies, 

Review  from    Pulpit   by   Pastor    or 
Superintendents, 

Hymns. 

Secretaries'  Distrihutions, 

Bell  calls  all  to  rise  for  parting  salU' 
tations. 

The    Pastor's   New    Year's  Text, — Thy 

shoes  shall  be  iron  and  brass  ;  and  as  thy 
days  so  shall  thy  strength  be. — Deut.  33 :  25 

Scholars,— The  eternal  God  is  thy  refuge, 
and  underneath  are  the  everlasting  arms 
Deut.  33  ;  27. 

Silent    Meditation  for  a  moment    (no 

one  moving  until  organ  plays). 

Scholars  sing  as  they  retire. 


Order  of  Worship  No.  5. 


2.20 — Cornet  and  Organ. 
2.25— Preparation  Bell. 
2.30— Perfect  Silence. 

('There  will  be  no  bell  rung  for  silence :  the  presence 
of  the  Superintendent  standing  at  the  desk  will  be  the 
only  s'guai  given  that  the  time  to  begin  services  has 
arrived  ) 

{This  Order  of  Worship  is  to  set  forth  The  Christian  Walk.) 

Opening  Invocation: 

Lord !  on  thee  our  souls  depend, 

In  compassion  now  descend;- 
Send  some  message  from  thy  word. 

That  may  joy  and  peace  afford 

In  thine  own  appointed  way. 

Now  we  seek  thee,  here  we  stay ; 
Let  thy  Spirit  now  impart 

Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 

Silent  Prayer^ — Closing  with  Whisper  Song. 

Lord  we  come  before  thee  now 
At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow , 
Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace. 
Tune  our  lips  to  sing  thy  praise. 


Prayer  by  Superintendent. — Behold  as 
the  eyes  of  servants  look  unto  the  hand  of 
their  masters,  and  as  the  eyes  of  a  maiden 
unto  the  hand  of  her  mistress  ;  so  our  eyes 
wait  upon  the  Lord  our  God,  until  that  he 
have  mercy  upon  us. — Psalm  123  :  2. 

School, — Amen  and  amen. 

The  Ten  Commandments, 

Boys,  I.— Thou  shalt  have  no  other  gods  before  me. 

Girls, ;?.— Thou  shalt  not  make  unto  thee  any  graven 
image  or  any  likeness  of  any  thing  that  is  in 
heaven  above,  or  that  is  in  the  earth  beneath,  or 
that  is  in  the  water  under  the  earth ;  thou  shalt 
not  bow  down  thyself  to  them,  nor  serve  them: 
for  I  the  Lord  thy  God  am  a  jealous  God,  visiting 
the  iniquity  of  the  fathers  upon  the  children  unto 
the  third  and  fourth  generation  of  them  that  hate 
me;  and  shewing  mercy  unto  thousands  of  them 
that  love  me,  and  keep  my  commandments. 

Boys,  3.— Thou  shalt  not  take  the  name  of  the  Lord 
thy-  God  in  vain  :  for  the  Lord  will  not  hold  him 
guiltless  that  taketh  his  name  in  vain. 

Girls,  4.— Remember  the  sabbath  day  to  keep  it  holy. 
Six  days  shalt  thou  labor,  and  do  all  thy  work ,  but 
the  seventh  day  is  the  sabbath  of  the  Lord  thy 
God-  zn  t£  thou  shalt  not  do  any  work,  thou,  nor 
thy  son,  nor  thy  daughter  thy  manservant, 
nor  thy  maidservant  nor  thy  cattle,  nor  thy 
stranger  that  is  within  thy  gates :  for  in  six  days 
the  Lord  made  heaven  and  earth  the  sea  and  all 
that  in  them  is.  and  rested  the  seventh  day; 
Avherefore  the  Lord  blessed  the  sabbath  day,  and 
hallowed  it. 

Boys,  5 —Honor  thy  father  and  thy  mother;  that 
thy  days  may  be  long  upon  the  land  which  the 
Lord  thy  God  giveth  thee. 

Girls,  6.— Thou  shalt  not  kill. 


Jio7/s,  7  —Thou  shall  not  commit  adultery 

Girls,  8  —Thou  shait  not  steal 

Boys,  9.— Thou  shalt  not  bear  false  witness  against 
thy  neignbor 

G-irls,  10.— Thou,  shalt  not  covet  thy  neighbors 
house,  thou  shalt  not  covet  thy  neighbor's  wife, 
nor  his  manservant  nor  his  maidservant,  nor  his 
ox.  nor  his  ass  nor  any  thing  that  is  thy  neighbor  s. 

Superintendent, — We  beseech  you,  brethren, 
and  exhort  you  by  the  Lord  Jesus,  that  as 
ye  have  received  of  us  how  ye  ought  to 
IVa/k  and  to  please  God,  so  ye  would 
abound  more  and  more. — i  Thess.  4  ;  ii 

School  — For  we  are  his  workmanship,  created 
in  Christ  Jesus  unto  good  works,  which 
God  hath  before  ordained  that  we  should 
Wa/k  in  them. — Eph   2  :  lo 

Pastor. — As  many  as  Wa/k  according  to  this 
rule,  peace  be  on  them,  and  mercy,  and 
upon  the  Israel  of  God. — Gal.  6  •  i6. 

Pastor's  Class  Sing  : 

I  will  sing  of  my  Redeemer, 

And  his  heavenly  love  to  me 

He  from  death  to  life  hath  brought  me, 

Son  of  God,  with  him  to  be. 

School  Chorus. 

Sing,  oh  !  sing,  of  my  Redeemer, 
With  his  blood  he  purchased  me. 

He  purchased  me 
On  the  cross  he  sealed  my  pardon. 
Paid  the  debt  and  made  me  free. 

And  made  me  free 


Superintendent. — I  therefore  beseech  you 
thai  ye  IVaik  Worthy  of  the  vocation 
wherewith  ye  are  called  — Eph   4.1, 

Boys. — That  ye  might  Walk  Worthy  of  the 
Lord  unto  all  pleasing,  being  fruitful  in 
every  good  work,  and  increasing  in  the 
knowledge  of  God. — Col    1  .  10 

Girts, — He  that  saith  heabideth  in  him,  ought 
himself  so  to  Walk  even  as  he  Walked  — 
I  John  2:6. 

Infant  iJoowt.— Responsive  Song. 

Ever-blessed  Jesus,  listen  unto  me. 
Bow  thine  ear,  and  hear  me 

While  1  call  to  thee . 
I  am  weak  and  sinful ,  thou  art  pure  and  strong  ■, 
Take  my  hand,  dear  Jesus  lead  thy  child  along 

Chords 

Take  my  hand,  dear  Jesus 
Let  me  never  stray  , 
Take  my  hand  and  leaa  me 
1  n  the  better  way 

Primary  Room: 

Walk  in  the  light  the  Lord  hath  given. 

To  guide  thy  steps  aright . 
His  Holy  Spirit,  sent  from  heaven 

Can  cheer  the  darkest  night 

Chorus 

Walk  in  the  light,  walk  in  the  light, 

Walk  in  the  light. 
Walk  in  the  light,  the  light  of  God. 


Associate  Superintendent,— Let  us  IVa/k 
Honestly,  as  in  the  day  ;  abhor  that  which 
is  evil;  cleave  to  that  which  is  good. — 
Rom.  13  •  13;   12  .  9. 

Hoys, — And  Walk  in  Love,  as  Christ  also  hath 
loved  us,  an  offering  and  a  sacrifice  to  God 
for  a  sweet-smelling  savour. — Eph.  5  ,  2. 

6^ir^s.— Those  that  Walk  in  Pride,  he  is  able 
to  abase. — Dan.  4  :  37 

Soys, —  Walk  in  Wisdom  toward  them  that  are 
without,  redeeming  the  time. — Col.  5  ■  4. 

Girls, — No  good  thing  will  he  withhold  from 
them  that  Walk  Uprightly.— Vs2c.  84     11. 

Pastor, — I  have  no  greater  joy  than  to  hear 
that  my  children  Walk  in  Truth  — 3  John  4. 

GtWs.— Come  ye,  and  let  us  Walk  in  the  Light. 
— Isa.  5.2. 

(Sc^.oo^.— Then  spake  Jesiis  again  with  them 
saying  I  am  the  light  of  the  world ;  he 
that  followeth  me  shall  not  Walk  in  Dark- 
ness, but  shall  have  the  light  of  life. — 
John  8     12 

The  Cuyler  Gallery  Class,— For  he  that 
Walketh  in  Darkness  knoweth  not  whither 
he  goeth. — John  12  .  35. 


Stranger, — If  we  Wa^^  in  the  Light,  as  he  is 
in  the  hght,  we  have  fellowship  one  with 
another,  and  the  blood  of  Jesus  Christ  his 
Son  cleanseth  us  from  all  sin.  -  i  John  i  :  7. 

Secretaries,— X^\.  a  little  while  is  the  light 
with  you.  Walk  while  ye  have  the  light, 
lest  darkness  come  upon  you. — John  12  :  35. 

JBoys, — For  ye  were  sometime  darkness,  but 
now  are  ye  light  in  the  Lord ;  Walk  as 
children  of  light.— Eph.  5  :  8. 

Associate  Superintendent, — See  then  that 
ye  Walk  Circumspectly,  not  as  fools,  but  as 
wise. — Eph.  5:15. 

Chant— the  Lord^s  Prayer, 

Mepeat  the  Apostles'  Creed, 

Choral  Mesjyonse,— Amen. 

School  will  give  Title  of  Lesson  for  the 
Day, 

Mecitation  of  Goldeti  Text, 

Sible  Drill,  —  Showing  of  Bibles,  book, 
chapter,  verses  of  Lesson. 

Superintendent, — But  these  are  written  that 
ye  might  believe  that  Jesus  is  the  Christ, 
the  Son  of  God ;  and  that  believing,  ye 
might  have  life  through  his  name. — John 
20  :  31. 


Reading  of  Lesson  of  the  Dat/.— Scholars 
standing. 

Prayer  Song: 

I  lay  my  sins  on  Jesus, 
The  spotless  lamb  of  God; 
|!:  He  bears  them  all.  and  frees  us 
From  the  accursed  load.  :|1 

Sentence  Prayer, — Repeated  by  Congrega- 
tion. 

Worship  in  Giving, — Offerings  for  the  poor 
and  for  missions  ;  the  organ  playing  softly, 
and  suitable  portions  of  Scripture  pre- 
sented by  Superintendent. 

Notices  of  the  Day, — During  which  attend- 
ance is  marked. 

Hymn, 

Class  Studies, 

Hymns, 

Review  from  Pulpit  by  Pastor  or  one 
of  the  Superintendents, 

Secretaries'  Distributions, 


Bell   calls    all   to    rise  for   Parting 
Salutations, 


Superintendent, — Blessed  is  the  man  that 

walketh  not  in  the  counsel  of  the  ungodly, 
nor  standeth  in  the  way  of  sinners,  nor 
sitteth  in  the  seat  of  the  scornful. — Psa.  i  :  i. 

School  Mesponds,— Order  my  steps  in  thy 
word,  and  let  not  any  iniquity  have 
dominion  over  me. — Psn.  119  :  133. 

Scholars  sing  during  IHsmission* 


Order  of  Worship  No.  6. 


School, — The  earth  is  the  Lord's,  and  the  ful- 
ness thereof; 
The  world  and  they  that  dwell  therein. 
For  he  hath  founded  it  upon  the  seas, 
And  established  it  upon  the  floods. 

J5oy5.— Who  shall  ascend  into  the  hill  of  the 
Lord  ? 
And  who  shall  stand  in  his  holy  place  ? 

Girls* — He  that  hath  clean  hands  and  a  pure 
heart ; 
Who  hath  not  lifted  up  his  soul  unto  vanity, 
Nor  sworn  deceitfully. 

AM* — He  shall  receive  the  blessing  from  the 

Lord, 
And  righteousness  from  the  God  of  his 

salvation. 
He  shall  receive  the  blessing  from  the  Lord, 
And  righteousness   from  the   God  of  his 

salvation. 


Pastor's  Class. — This  is  the  generation  of 
them  that  seek  him, 
That  seek  thy  face,  O  God  of  Jacob. 

All, — Lift  up  your  heads,  O  ye  gates,  and  be  ye 
lifted  up,  ye  everlasting  doors. 
And  the  King  of  glory  shall  come  in,  the 
King  of  glory  shall  come  in,  the  King 
of  glory  shall  come  in. 

Soys. — Who  is  this  King  of  glory  ? 
Who  is  this  King  of  glory  ? 

All, — The  Lord,  the  Lord  strong  and  mighty, 
The  Lord,  the  Lord  mighty  in  battle. 

Choir, — Lift  up  your  heads,  O  ye  gates, 
Even  lift  them  up,  ye  everlasting  doors, 
And  the  King  of  glory  shall  come  in, 
The  King  of  glory  shall  come  in, 
The  King  of  glory  shall  come  in. 

^oi/s.— Who  is  this  King  of  glory  ? 
Who  is  this  King  of  glory  ? 

All, — The  Lord  of  hosts,  the  Lord  of  hosts, 
He  is  the  King  of  glory. 
He  is  the  King  of  glory. 
He  is  the  King,  the  King  of  glory. 
He  is  the  King,  the  King  of  glory. 
The  King  of  glory. 

Superintendent, — I  was  glad  when  they  said 
unto  me.  Let  us  go  into  the  house  of  the 
Lord. 

Chant— Lord's  Prayer, 


Repeat  the  Apostles'  Creed, 

Crirls  only. — Shout  for  joy !  come  before  the 
Lord  with  singing ; 
Young  and  old  wake  the  glad  refrain ; 
Praise  Jehovah !    to    him   your    tribute 
bringing, 
Till  the  sky  echo  back  the  strain. 
Praise  the  Father  who  loves  his  children 
ever, 
Chant  his  goodness  in  cheerful  song ; 
.  He  our  God  will  forsake  his   people 
never ; 
Endless  praises  to  him  belong. 

Chorus  hy  All, — Shout,  etc. 

How  many  Bibles  can  we  show? 

Title  of  Lesson, 

Golden  Text, 

Where  is  the  Lesson  found  ? 

Scholars  rise,  and  read  Scripture  for 
the  day^s  study. 

Invocation  Song: 

Jesus,  thou  art  all  compassion. 
Pure  unbounded  love  thou  art : 
Visit  us  with  thy  salvation. 
Enter  every  trembling  heart. 

Prayer, 


Hymn, 

Missionary  Offerings,  while  organ 
2)lays  softly ^  and  Superintendent 
reads  suitable  portions  of  Scrii)- 
ture. 

Notices  of  the  Day  and    Week,— [KoWs 
marked.) 

Class  Studies, 

Review  from  Pnlpit  by  Pastor  'or 
Superintendents. 

Hymns, 

Secretaries'  Distributions, 

Bell  calls  all  to  rise  for  painting  salu^ 
tations. 


Order  of  Worship  No.  7. 


A-t  2,25  the  bell  will  ring,  when  we  take  our 
seats,  and  put  away  all  that  will  interfere 
with  ihe  worship  of  God. 

At  2,30  the  bell  will  call  to  Silent  Prayer  for 
one  minute,  after  which  we  will  sing 
together  our  Sabbath  verse. 

Tune,, — Mendebras. 

O  day  of  rest  and  gladness, 

O  day  of  joy  and  light, 
O  balm  of  care  and  sadness. 

Most  beautiful,  most  bright! 
On  thee  the  high  and  lowly 

Before  the  eternal  throne- 
Sing,  Holy,  holy.  holy. 

To  God  the  three  in  one. 

THE  BEATITUDES : 

Superintendent, — And  seeing  the  multitudes, 
he  went  up  into  a  mountain  ;  and  when  he 
was  set,  his  disciples  came  unto  him.  And 
he  opened  his  mouth,  and  taught  them, 
saying,  Blessed  are  the  poor  in  spirit : 
for  theirs  is  the  kingdom  of  heaven. 
— Matt.  5  :  1-3. 


School : 

Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy. 
Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore; 

Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you. 
Full  of  pity ,  love  and  power : 

He  is  able. 
He  is  willing :  doubt  no  more. 

Superintendent.  —  Blessed  are  they  that 
mourn  :  for  they  shall  be  comforted. — 
Matt.  5  :  4. 

School: 

What  a  friend  we  have  in  Jesus, 

All  our  sins  and  griefs  to  bear; 
What  a  privilege  to  carry 

Everything  to  God  in  prayer. 
Oh,  what  peace  we  often  fi^rfeit. 

Oh,  what  needless  pain  we  bear — 
All  because  we  do  not  carry 

Everything  to  God  in  prayer. 

Superintendent. — Blessed  are  the  meek: 
for  they  shall  inherit  the  earth. — Matt.  5  :  5. 

ScJiool : 

Sitting  at  the  feet  of  Jesus, 

Oh,  what  words  I  hear  him  say  1 
Happy  place,  so  near,  so  precious! 

May  it  find  me  there  each  day  I 
Sitting  at  the  feet  of  Jesus, 

I  would  look  upon  the  past; 
For  his  love  has  been  so  gracious. 

It  has  won  my  heart  at  last. 

Superintendent, —  Blessed  are  they  which 
do  hunger  and  thirst  after  righteousness : 
for  they  shall  be  filled. — Matt.  5  :  6. 


Girls'  Infant  Room: 

Jesus  the  water  of  life  will  give, 

Freely,  freely,  freely. 
Jesus  the  water  of  life  will  give, 

Freely  to  those  that  love  him. 
Come  to  that  fountain,  oh,  drink  and  live, 

Freely,  freely,  freely. 
Come  to  that  fountain,  oh,  drink  and  live 

Flowing  for  those  that  love  him. 

Chorus  by  all  the  School. 

The  Spirit  and  the  Bride  say  come, 

Freely,  freely,  freely. 
And  he  that  is  thirsty  let  him  come, 

And  drink  of  the  water  of  life. 
The  fountain  of  life  is  flowing. 

Flowing,  freely  flowing, 
The  fountain  of  life  is  flowing, 

Is  flowing  for  you  and  for  me. 

^perintendent.—'Bltsstd  are  the  merciful : 
for  they  shall  obtain  mercy. — Matt.  5  :  7. 

School : 

Tune—Stockwell. 

Yes,  for  me.  for  me  he  careth 

With  a  brother's  tender  care , 
Yes,  with  me.  with  me  he  shareth 

Every  burden,  every  fear. 

Superintendent, — Blessed  are  the   pure  in 
heart :  for  they  shall  see  God.— Matt.  5  :  8. 

School : 

Tune— Olivet. 

My  faith  looks  up  to  thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary, 

Saviour  divine ! 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray. 
Take  all  my  guilt  away  ; 
Oh,  let  me  from  this  day 

Be  wholly  thine. 


Superintendent, —  Blessed  are  the  peace- 
makers :  for  they  shall  be  called  the 
children  of  God. — Matt.  5  :  9. 

School : 

TiLne,—PleyeVs  Hymn. 
Children  of  the  heavenly  King! 
As  ye  journey,  sweetly  sing ; 
Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

Superintendent, — Blessed  are  they  which 
are  persecuted  for  righteousness'  sake: 
for  theirs  is  the  kingdom  of  heaven. — 
Matt.  5  :  10. 

School: 

Tune,—Meribah. 
Who  suffer  with  the  Master  here, 
Shall  soon  before  his  face  appear, 

And  by  his  side  sit  down  ; 
To  patient  faith  the  prize  is  sure. 
And  all  who  to  the  end  endure 

The  cross,  shall  wear  the  crown. 

Superintendent,— Blessed  are  ye  when  men 
shall  revile  you,  and  persecute  you,  and 
shall  say  all  manner  of  evil  against  you 
falsely,  for  my  sake. — Matt.  5:11. 

Soys'  Prhnary  and  Infant  Hooms: 

Never  be  afraid  to  speak  for  Jesus, 
Think  how  much  a  word  can  do  ; 

Never  be  afraid  to  own  your  Saviour, 
He  who  loves  and  cares  for  you. 

Chorus  by  all  the  School. 

Never  be  afraid,  never  be  afraid, 

Never,  never,  neA'er, 
Jesus  is  your  loving  Saviour, 

Therefore  never  be  afraid. 


Superintendent,— Reioice,  and  be  exceed- 
ing glad :  for  great  is  your  reward  in 
heaven :  for  so  persecuted  they  the 
prophets  which  were  before  you. — Matt. 
5  :  12. 

Superintendent, — What  is  the  Title  of  the 
Lesson  to-day  ?  What  is  the  Golden  Text  ? 
Where  do  we  find  the  Lesson  ?  How  many 
Bibles  have  we  carried  to  the  school? 
The  grass  withereth,  the  flower  fadeth  : 
but  the  word  of  our  God  shall  stand  for 
ever.— Isa.  40  :  8. 

Heading  the  Word,— [AW  to  stand.) 

Prayer  Song: 

Tune,—Remsen, 

Father  of  mercies!  send  thy  grace 

All  powerful,  from  above, 
To  form  in  our  obedient  souls 

The  image  of  thy  love. 

Prayer f  Responsive. — (School  standing.) 
Worshiping  God  by  giving  our  money, 

[Superintendent  will  here  read  Scripture  promises  and 
exhortations  about  giving. 

Teachers  mark  attendance. 
Superintendent  gives  notices. 
The  Lesson  Hymn. 


Lesson  Study  for  forty-five  minutes, 

Symns, 

Superintendent's  Meview  of  the  Lesson, 

Secretaries'  IHstribution. 

Parting  Hymn, 

Parting  Prayer  by  the  Superintendent, 
or  Benediction  by  the  Pastor, 


No.  a 

Order  of  Worship  and  Choral  Service 

OF 

Bethany  Sabbatl  School,  PhiladelpMa. 

Introduced  Sabbath,  January  8,  1882. 


Notice. — If  the  scholars  will  give  close  attention  to  the 
...^sic  of  the  organ,  just  before  the  silence  bell,  they  will  be 
apprised  of  the  order  to  be  used  for  the  day. 


music 


School : 

I  was  glad  when  they  said  unto  me, 
I  was  glad  when  they  said  unto  me, 
I  was  glad  when  they  said  unto  me, 
Let  us  go  up  to  the  house  of  the  Lord. 

Infant  School. — Our  feet  shall  stand  within 

thy  gates. 
Choir. — O  Jerusalem. 
All. — O  Jerusalem. 

Girls. — Our  feet  shall  stand  within  thy  gates. 
Choir. — O  Jerusalem. 
Girls. — O  Jerusalem. 

Tenor  and  Alto  Voices : 

•    Pray  for  the  peace  of  Jerusalem. 

Girls. — They  shall  prosper 
All. — That  love  thee. 


Boys. — Peace  be  within  thy  walls, 

Girls. — Peace  be  within  thy  walls, 

Choir. — Peace  be  within  thy  walls. 

All. — Peace  be  within  thy  walls, 

And  prosperity  within  thy  palaces. 

Choir. — ^Amen. 

All. — Amen. 

Silent  Prayer,  at  tap  of  bell — one  minute. 

"These  sayings  of  mine." — Jesus. 

Superintendent. — My  son,  attend  to  my 
words,  incline  thine  ear  unto  my  sayings. — 
Prov.  4 :  20. 

School. — Whosoever  heareth  these  sayings  of 
mine,  and  DOETH  THEM,  I  will  liken  him 
unto  a  wise  man,  which  built  his  house 
upon  a  rock.  And  the  rain  descended, 
and  the  floods  came,  and  the  winds  blew, 
and  beat  upon  that  house ;  and  it  fell  not, 
for  it  was  founded  upon  a  rock. — Matt.  7  : 
24,  25. 

Superintendent. — And  every  one  that  hear 
eth  these  sayi'm^s  of  mine,  and  DOETH 
THEM  NOT,  shall  be  likened  unto  a  fool- 
ish man,  which  built  his  house  upon  the 
sand.  And  the  rain  descended,  and  the 
floods  came,  and  the  winds  blew,  and  beat 
upon  that  house  ;  and  it  fell :  and  great  was 
the  fall  of  it. — Matt.  7  :  26,  27. 

Boys. — And  it  came  to  pass  when  Jesus  had 
ended  t/iese  sayi7igs  the  people  were  aston- 
ished at  his  doctrine. — Matt.  7  :  28. 


Girls. — For  he  taught  them  as  one  having 
authority,  and  not  as  the  scribes. — Matt. 
7:29. 

Pastor. — But  while  they  wondered  every  one 

at  all  things  which  Jesus  did,  he  said  unto 
his  disciples,  Let  these  sayings  sink  down 
into  your  ears. — Luke  9 :  43,  44. 

School. — ^Jesus  answered  and  said  unto  him, 
If  a  man  love  me,  he  will  keep  my  words  ; 
and  my  Father  will  love  him,  and  we  will 
come  unto  him,  and  make  our  abode  with 
him.  He  that  loveth  me  not  keepeth  not 
my  sayings. — John  14  :  23,  24. 

Primary  Room. — This  is  a  faithful  saying 
and  worthy  of  all  acceptation  that  Christ 
Jesus  came  into  the  world  to  save  sinners. 
— I  Tim.  I  :  15. 

Infant  School : 

Come  with  all  your  sins,  although  a  mountain, 
Come  unto  the  cross,  from  whence  a  fountain 
Flows  divinely  clear,  to  heal  the  nations ; 
Come  and  wash,  and  make  you  clean. 

Chorus. 

Hallelujah,  hallelujah,  I  love  t'  ee,  my  Saviour; 
Hallelujah,  hallelujah,  I  trust  bui  in  thee. 

Come  and  let  us  kneel  wh*>re  Je>us  meets  us. 
Let  us  ever  stay  where  Christ  receives  us, 
Safe  within  the  fold  no  harm  can  reach  us. 
Sing  with  me  redeeming  love. 

Chorus. — (Entire  school  singing^. 


Associate  Superintendent. —  These  sayi^^a 
are  faithful  and  true  :  and  the  Lord  God  of 
the  holy  prophets  sent  his  angel  to  shew 
unto  his  servants  the  things  which  must 
shortly  be  done. — Rev.  22  :  6. 

Gospel  Messengers.  —  Behold,  I  come 
quickly,  blessed  is  he  that  keepeth  the 
sayings  of  the  prophecy  of  this  book. — Rev. 
22  :  7. 

Superintendent. — Blessed  are  they  that  do 
his  commandments,  that  they  may  have 
right  to  the  tree  of  life,  and  may  enter  in 
through  the  gates  into  the  city. — Rev. 
22:   14. 

School  rise  and  all  sing  : 

What  shall  separate  us 

From  the  love  that  l:)Ou^ht  us  ? 

Shall  the  pangs  of  anguish 

Which  the  cross  hath  wrought  us? 

Doubting  and  distresses, 

Fiery  trials  prove  us  ; 

Yet  am  I  persuaded, 

None  of  these  shall  move  us. 

Chorus. 

We  are  more  than  conquerors, 

More,  yea,  more : 
We  are  more  than  conquerors. 

More  yea,  more ; 
We  are  more  than  conquerors, 
We  are  more  than  conquerors. 
We  are  more  tlian  conquerors. 

Through  him  that  loved  us. 

Things  to  come  or  present, 
Wnatsoe'er  betide  us,— 
Life  nor  death  shall  ever 
-  From  our  Lord  divide  us; 


Angels,  powers,  dominion?, 
Tlie>e  shall  fall  before  ub ; 
Clothed  in  his  salvation,  ■  ■ 

With  liis  banner  o'er  us.— Cho. 

Depths  that  are  beneath  us, 
,  Heights  that  are  above  us, 
'  Have  no  power  to  sunder, 

Since  he  stooped  to  love  us. 

Prince  of  (iiir  redemption, 

Sons  to  g!ory  t)ringing, 

Thou  hast  made  from  sinners 

Victors,  crowned  and  singing.— Cho. 

The  Apostles'  Creed. 

Chant.— The  Lord's  Prayer. 

Superintendent. — Whatsoever  things  were 
written  aforetime  were  written  for  our 
learning,  that  WE,  through  patience  and 
comfort  of  the  Scriptures,  might  have  hope 
— Rom.  20:  I. 

The  Bible  Inspection. 

Give  Title  of  the  Lesson  of  the  Day. 

Give  the  Golden  Text  for  the  Day. 

Give  Book,  Chapter  and  Verses. 

While  the  Scholars  find  the  proper 
places,  sing" 

Tell  me  the  story  of  Jesus, 

Write  on  my  heart  every  word. 
Tell  me  the  story  most  precious, 

Sweete-<t  thut  ever  was  heard  ; 
Tell  how  the  angels,  in  chorus. 

Sang  as  they  welcomed  his  birth,— 
Glory  to  God  in  the  highest  I 

Peace  and  good  tidings  to  earth. 


Chobtji. 

Tell  me  the  story  of  Jesus, 
Write  on  my  heart  every  -word. 

Tell  me  the  story  most  precious. 
Sweetest  that  ever  was  heard. 

Fasting  alone  in  the  desert. 

Tell  of  th(B  days  that  he  passed. 
How  for  our  sins  he  was  tempted, 

^  et  was  triumphant  at  last; 
Tell  of  the  years  of  his  labor. 

Tell  of  the  sorrows  he  bore. 
He  was  depised  and  afflicted, 

Homeless,  rejected  and  poor.— Cna 

Tell  of  the  cross  where  they  nailed  him. 

Writhing  in  anguish  and  pain, 
Tell  of  the  grave  where  they  laid  him. 

Tell  how  he  livelh  again  ; 
Love  in  that  story,  so  tender. 

Clearer  than  ever  I  see ; 
Stay,  let  me  weep  while  you  whispjer, 

Love  paid  the  ransom  for  me.— Cho. 


As  the  last  verse  is  begun  to  be  sung,  at  tap  of 
bell  school  will  rise,  and  with  books  open 
be  ready  to  read  the  Scriptures,  and  when 
last  verse  is  read,  close  books,  and  hold 
them  in  hands,  and  sing 

All. — Glory  be  to  the  Father,  glory  be  to  the 
Son,  glory  be  to  the  Holy  Ghost, 

Girls. — As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now, 
and  ever  shall  be 

All. — World  without  end.     Amen.     Amen. 

Sentence  Prayer  following'  Superinten- 
dent. 


The  "Worship  of  making'  Offering's  to 
the  Lord,  and  the  Scripture  verses 
of  Exhortation. 

Quartette  or  Choir. — "Cast  thy  bread  upon 
the  waters." 

Notices  for  the  Coming'  Week.— During 
which  attendances  are  marked. 

Hyran. 

Class  Studies. 

Closing'  "Worship — Hyrans. — Review  by 
pastor  or  one  of  the  Superintendents. 

Secretaries'  Distributions. 

Last  Bell,  when  School  rises  and  stands 
reverently  for  the  Superintendent's 
one  minute  prayer  at  parting". 

Choir  sing's  while  School  retiree. 


No.  9. 

Choral  and  Scripture  Service 

to  be  used  at  the 

Opening  Worship 

of 

Bethany  Sabbath  School,  Philadelphia. 

1883. 


2.25— First  Signal— five  minutes  to  prepare 
for  opening  of  school. 

Organ,  Comet,  Violin  and  Piute  Recitals 

by  the  Boys'  Volunteer  Orchestra,  led  by 
Professors  Ewing  and  Bastert. 

2.30— Bell  No.  1.— Doors  close. 

Bell  No.  2. — Perfect  silence  (no  one 
to  move). 
Invocation — 

Great  is  the  Lord,  who  ruleth  over  all ! 

Wake,  wake  and  sing,  wake,  wake  and  sing ; 
Down  at  his  feet  in  admiration  fall, 

Praise  and  magnify  our  King. 

Chorus. 
O  ye  redeemed  above. 
Strike,  strike  your  harps  of  love, 
Hail  the  Blessed  One,  hail  the  Mighty  One, 
Sweetly  his  wonders  tell, 
Loudly  his  glory  swell. 
Praise  and  magnify  our  Kmg. 


Silent  Prayer. 


Tenor  and  Alto  Voices.— 

Beautiful  day,  season  of  rest, 
Every  one  comes  to  be  blest, 
Glory  to  God,  naught  can  dismay, 
Christ  is  the  joy  of  this  beautiful  day. 
Beautiful,  beautiful  day. 
Evermore  shine  on  my  way. 
Saviour,  I  pray,  keep  me  alway, 
True  to  this  hallowed  day. 

Superintendent. — Know  therefore  this  day, 
a.id  consider  it  in  thine  heart,  that  the  Lord 
he  is  God  in  heaven  above,  and  upon  the 
earth  beneath  :  there  is  none  else. — Deut. 
4  :  39- 

TOPIC  OF      ]  The 

OUR  WORSHIP,  j    Commandments. 

Associate  Superintendent. — And  Moses 
called  all  Israel,  and  said  unto  them.  Hear, 
OTsrael,  the  statutes  and  judgments  which 
I  speak  in  your  ears  this  day,  that  ye 
may  learn  them,  and  keep,  and  do  them 
(Deut.  5:1). 

Choir. 

Thou  shalt  not  have — so  says  the  Lord — 

Before  me  any  other  God, 
Thou  shalt  not  make,  nor  worship  one, 

Save  the  Almighty  God  alone. 


Pull  Chorus. 

Ten  commandments,  all  divine, 
Ev'ry  one  of  them  are  mine  ; 

Ev'ry  one,  the  whole  complete, 
Ev'ry  one  for  me  to  keep. 

Girls : 

Thou  shalt  not  take  the  hallowed  name 

Of  God  upon  the  lips  in  vain  ; 
Remember  always,  and  obey, 

To  holy  keep  the  Sabbath  day. 

Full  Chorus. 
Boys : 

Honor  thy  father,  mother  too. 

To  them  be  dutiful  and  true, 
Thou  shalt  not  kill,  but  rather  love, 

This  is  God's  message  from  above. 

Full  Chorus. 

Pastor's  Class  and  Heralds  of  the  Cross. 

Adultery  do  not  commit, 

For  has  not  God  forbidden  it  ? 
Thou  shalt  not  steal,  nor  make  too  fre% 
With  what  does  not  belong  to  thee. 

Full  Chorus. 
Choir. 

False  witness  thou  must  never  bear, 
The  word  of  God  does  so  declare. 

Thou  shalt  not  covet,  'tis  a  wrong, 

What  to  thy  neighbor  may  belong. 

Full  Chorus. 


Pastor. — Ye  shall  walk  in  all  the  ways  which 
the  Lord  your  God  hath  commanded  you, 
that  ye  may  live,  and  that  it  may  be  well 
with  you,  and  that  ye  may  prolong  your 
days  in  the  land  which  ye  shall  possess 
(Deut.  5  :  33). 

Teacher. — Ye  have  said,  It  is  vain  to  serve 
God ;  and  what  profit  is  it  that  we  have 
kept  his  ordinance,  and  that  we  have 
walked  .  .  .  before  the  Lord  of  hosts  ? 
(Malachi  3  :  14.) 

Girls. — And  they  shall  be  mine,  saith  the  Lord 
of  hosts,  in  that  day  when  I  make  up  my 
jewels,  and  I  will  spare  them,  as  a  man 
spareth  his  own  son  that  serveth  him 
(Malachi  3  :  17). 

Boys. — Then  shall  ye  ...  discern  between 
the  righteous  and  the  wicked,  between  him 
that  serveth  God  and  him  that  serveth 
him  not  (Malachi  3  :  18). 

Primary  SchooL — I  thought  on  -  my  ways, 
and  turned  my  feet  unto  Thy  testimonies. 
(Psa.  119:  59.) 

Infant  SchooL — 

Suffer  little  children  to  come  unto  me. 

Let  the  children  come,  let  the  children  come, 

For  of  such  the  kingdom  of  heaven  shall  be, 
Let  the  children  come,  let  the  children  come. 


Chorus  : 

Blessed  words  of  Jesus,  blessed  words  of  Jesus, 
Blessed  words  of  Jesus,  let  the  little  children 

come, 
He  the  lambs  will  gather  and  fold  in  his  arms. 

Let  the  children  come,  let  the  children  come. 
Safe  from  every  danger  and  free  from  alarms, 

Let  the  children  come,  let  the  children  come. 

Entire  School  rise  and  Repeat  Chorus. 

Blessed  words  of  Jesus,  &c. 

The  Apostles'  Creed. 

The  Lord's  Prayer. 

Superintendent. -Wherewithal  shall  a  young 
man  cleanse  his  way  ? 

Scholars. — By  taking  heed  thereto  according 
to  thy  word. — (Psa.  119:  9.) 

Holding"  up  the  Bibles. 

Scholars  and  Teachers  give  Title  of  the 
day's  Lesson. 

Teachers  give  Golden  Text  of  the  day. 

Tell  the  Book,  Chapter  and  Verses. 

While  finding  the  place,  sing  "Light  after 
Darkness." 


Light  after  darkness, 
Gain  after  loss, 
Strength  after  weakness, 
Crown  after  cross, 
Sweet  after  bitter, 
Song  after  sigh, 
Home  after  wardering. 
Praise  after  cry. 

Sheaves  after  sowing, 
Sun  after  rain, 
Sight  after  mystery. 
Peace  after  pain, 
Joy  after  sorrow, 
Cahn  after  blast, 
Rest  after  weariness. 
Sweet  rest  at  last. 


As  the  last  verse  is  begun  to  be  sung,  at  tap  of 
bell  school  will  rise,  and  with  books  open 
be  ready  to  read  the  Scriptures,  and  when 
last  verse  is  read,  close  books,  and  hold 
them  in  hands,  and  sing. 


All. — Glory  be  to  the  Father,  glory  be  to  the 
Son,  glory  be  to  the  Holy  Ghost, 


Girls. — As    it   was    in  the   beginning,  is   now, 
and  ever  shall  be. 


All. — World  without  end.     Amen.     Amen. 


Sentence  Prayer  followingr  Superinten- 
dent. 


The  Worship  of  making*  Offerings  to 
the  Lord,  and  the  Scripture  verses 
of  Exhortation. 


Quartette  or  Choir. — "  Cast  thy  bread  upon 
the  waters,"  or 

My  Father  is  rich  in  houses  and  lands, 
He  holdeth  the  wealth  of  the  world  in  his  hands ! 
Of  rubies  and  diamonds,  of  silver  and  gold, 
His  coffers  are  full,  he  has  riches  untold. 


Entire  School : 

Refrain. 

I'm  the  child  of  a  King,  the  child  of  a  King, 
With  Jesus  my  Saviour,  I'm  the  child  of  a 
King. 

My  Father's  own  son,  the  Saviour  of  men ! 
Once  wander'd  on  earth  as  the  poorest  of  men, 
But  now  he  is  reigning  forever  on  high, 
And  will  give  us  a  home  in  the  sweet  by  and  by, 

Ref. 


Notices  for  the  Coming'  Week.— During 
which  attendances  are  marked. 


Hymn. 

Class  Studies. 


Closing"   Worship— Hymns. — Review    by 
Pastor  or  one  of  the  Superintendents. 


Secretaries'  Distributions. 

Last  Bell,  when  School  rises  and  stands 
reverently  for  the  Superintendent's 
one  minute  prayer  at  parting. 

Choir  sings  "while  School  retires. 


Order  of  Worsliip  No.  10. 

Bethany  Sabbath  School,  Philadelphia. 

1884. 


2,25 — First  Signal — five  minutes  to  prepare 
for  opening  of  school. 

Organ,  Corn  f,  Violin  and  Flute  Me- 
cltals  by  the  Boys'  Vohmteer  Orchestra, 
led  by  Professors  Ewing  and  Bastert. 

2.30— Bell  jSTo.  J.— Doors  close. 

Bell  iVb.  ^.—Perfect  silence  (no  one 
to  move). 

All  sing: 

Stand  up,  ye  soldiers  of  the  blessed  King! 

Your  banners  waving  in  the  light. 
Loud  shout  your  triumph  !  let  the  echoes  ring, 

And  stand  fast  ever  for  the  right ! 

Infant  School: 

Onward,  onward  vv-e  are  marching  too, 
Lambs  of  Jesus,  keeping  step  with  you. 
He  will  help  us  firm  to  stand, 
Like  a  faithful  little  band  ! 


I>net: 

Stand,  like  an  anvil,  strong, 

Under  the  blows  of  wrong  ; 

Stand  like  the  steady  oak, 

Whose  roots  withstand  the  tempest's  stroke 

Chorus. 

Joyfully  we  follow  where  our  captain  goes ; 
Fainting  not,  nor  fearing  even  giant  foes. 
If  the  Lord  be  for  us,  we  can  never  fall  ;         ^ 
We  shall  defeat  them  all ! 

Putting  on  the  armor,  faithful  to  the  end, 
Fighting  Jesus'  battles.  He  will  us  defend. 
Having  done  all  things,  we  shall  ever  stand. 
And  give  Him  the  glory  evermore. 

Solo : 

Sweet  are  the  words,  that  the  Lord  himself 

hath  spoken, 
"I  will  be  with  thee  and  make  thy  foes  to 

flee." 
Precious   the   promise    that    never    can    be 

broken  ; 
Help  me  to  stand.  Lord,  trusting  in  Thee  ! 

Silent  l^rayer. 

Chant, — "  Our  Father,  which  art  in  heaven." 

Siipt, — God  is  our  refuge  and  strencrth  ;  a  very 
present  help  in  trouble. — Psa.  46  :  i. 

School. — Therefore  will  not  we  fear,  though 
the  earth  be  removed,  and  though  the 
mountains  be  carried  into  the  midst  of  the 
sea, — Psa.  46  :  2. 


Associate  Superintendent, — "Trust  yc  in 
the  Lord  forever  ;  for  in  the  Lord  Jehovah 
is  everlasting  strength." 

JPastor, — "  He  giveth  power  to  the  faint :  and 
to  them  that  have  no  might  he  increaseth 
strength.  Even  the  youths  shall  faint  and 
be  weary." 

Associate  Sujyerintendent,  —  "And  the 
young  men  shall  utterly  fall." 

Primary  Rooms. — "But  they  that  wait  on 
the  Lord  shall  renew  tneir  strength." 

Superintendent, — "  They  shall  mount  up 
with  wings  as  eagles :  they  shall  run  and 
not  be  weary;  they  shall  walk  and  not 
faint." 

Teacher. — Be  strong  in  the  Lord,  and  in  the 
power  of  his  might. — Eph.  6-10. 


Scripture  Dialogue  for  Boys  and  Girls. 

(Eph.  6  :  11-18.) 

Superintendent, — Put  on  the  whole  armor 
of  God, 

Girls, — That  ye  may  be  able  to  stand  against 
the  wiles  of  the  devil, 

Hoys, — For  we  wrestle  not  against  flesh  and 
blood. 


Oirls, — But  against  principalities,  against  pow- 
ers, against  the  rulers  of  the  darkness  of 
this  world,  against  spiritual  wickedness  in 
high  places. 

Boys. — Wherefore  take  unto  you  the  whole 
armor  of  God,  that  ye  may  be  able  to  with- 
stand in  the  evil  day, 

Girls, — And,  having  done  all,  to  stand, 

Boys, — Stand  therefore,  having  your  loins  girt 
about  with  truth, 

Girls — And  having  on  the  breastplate  of 
righteousness, 

Boys. — And  your  feet  shod 

Girls. — With  th6  preparation  of  the  gospel  of 
peace : 

Boys. — Above  all,  taking  the  shield  of  faith, 

Girls. — Wherewith  ye  shall  be  able  to  quench 
all  the  fiery  darts  of  the  wicked. 

Boys. — And  take  the  helmet  of  salvation. 

Girls. — And  the  sword  of  the  Spirit,  which  is 
the  word  of  God  : 

Boys. — Praying  always  with  all  prayer  and 
supplication  in  the  Spirit, 

Girls. — And  watching  thereunto  with  all  per^ 
severance  and  supplication  for  all  saints. 


How  sweetly  from  the  mansions,  where  saints 
dwell  forever, 
The  anthem    of  victory    comes    sweeping 
along. 
They   stood    firm    and   faithful,  in   battle  and 
endeavor, 
And  now,  crowned  as  victors,  they  sing  the 
new  song. 

Refrain. 
O  the  Lion  of  Judah  hath  triumphed  forever; 

O  the  Lion  of  Judah  is  mighty  and  strong  : 
Blest  anthem  of  the  faithful,  we  hear  it  and 
rejoicing, 
Our  hearts  and  our  lives   shall  keep  tune 
with  the  song. 

By  the  blood  of  the  Lamb,  they  have  come  off 
victorious. 
By   the  word  of  their   witness  they  have 
overcome ; 
And   now  with   their  palms  and  their  crowns 
bright  and  glorious. 
They  stand  in  the  midst  of  the  Heavenly 
Home  ! 

\School  rises.]  Chorus. 

Awake,  then,  my  soul,  for  the  battle  is  before 
thee. 
And  fear  not  thy  foes,  since  the  Lord  is 
thy  friend ; 
His    "Banner   of  Love"    he  unfurleth   above 
thee. 
Till  the  foe  and  the  warfare  shall  come  to 
an  end. 

Aposf^e^^  Creed, 


Girls'  Infant  Moom: 

Childre^i's  Hosanna, 

Hosanna  be  the  children's  song, 
To  Christ  the  children's  King; 

His  praise  to  whom  our  souls  belong. 
Let  all  the  children  sing. 
Chorus. 

Let  them  come  unto  me, 

For  of  such  is  the  kingdom  of  heav'n. 

Hosanna  on  the  wings  of  light, 

O'er  earth  and  ocean  fly, 
Till  morn  to  eve,  and  noon  to  night. 

And  heaven  to  earth  reply. — Cho. 

bibles  ii2>» 

Title  of  Lesson  for  the  Day. 

Chapter  and  Verses, 

Golden  Text. 

Sing , preparatory  to  reading: 

JHore  of  tlesus. 

Once  again  of  Jesus  we  would  hear, 
From  the  ever-blessed  page  we  love  so  dear 
Tell  the  same  old  story  we  have  heard, 
Till  we  learn  it,  every  word. 
Chorus. 
More  of  Jesus  we  would  know, 
More  like  Jesus  we  would  grow  ; 
Tell,  oh,  tell  again  the  story, 
How  He  dwells  with  man  below. 


Tell  us  what  a  ransom  once  He  gave, 
When  He  suffered  on  the  cross  our  souls  to 

save ; 
Tell  the  joyful  story  o'er  and  o'er, 
How  He  lives  forevermore. — Cho. 

Heading  Scriptures  in  Concert, 
Prayer, 

Teach  me,  O  Ziord. 

{Written  /or  Bethany,  i88j,  by  John  R.  Sweney.) 

Teach  me,  O  Lord,  the  way  of  Thy  statutes, 

And  I  shall  keep  it  unto  the  end. 

Give  me  understanding  and  I  shall  keep  Thy 

law  ; 
Yea,  I  shall  observe  it  with  my  whole  heart. 

Amen. 

Rallying  Song, 

March  on,  march  on,  the  Captain  is  command- 
ing us ; 
Be  brave,  be  brave  ;  and  trusting  in  His 
word, 
Advance,  advance,  and   meet   the  foe  coura- 
geously. 
And  take   the  armor,  and   the   sword   of 
Christ  the  Lord ! 

Chorus. 
On,  on,  swell  the  chorus, 

On,  on,  the  glorious  Captain  goes  before  us  ! 
On,  on,  God  is  for  us  ! 

Our  mighty  Prince  and  Saviour  leads  the 
way. 
Glory,  glory,  hear  the  everlasting  throng 


Shout  hosanna  as  we  boldly  march  along ; 

Faithful  soldiers,  here  below, 

Only  Jesus  will  we  know, 
Shouting  loud  our  triumph  as  we  onward  go. 

Awake,  awake,  temptation  is  on  every  side ; 

The  foe,  the  foe,  is  ever  lurking  near ! 
Before,  behind,  he's   waiting  to  ensnare  your 
feet ; 
But    he    that  prays   and   watches  has   no 
need  to  fear. — Cho. 

Stand  firm,  stand  firm,  a   crown    of   life   and 
blessedness 
The  Lord  will  give.  His  promises  are  sure  ; 
Stand  fast  in  God ;   for  even  Satan  flees  away, 
If  only  you  resist,  and  to  the  end  endure. 

Cho. 


Missionary  Gifts  and  Scripture  Verses. 

Notices  for  the  Coming  Week, — During 
which  attendances  are  marked. 

JBCi/rnn,     [Doors  open  for  late  comers.] 

Class  Studies. 

Closing  Worship — Hymns. — ^Review  by 
Pastor  or  one  of  the  Superintendents. 

Secretaries'  Distributions, 

Last  Bell,  ivhen  School  rises  and  stands 
reverentli;  for  the  Superintendent's 
one  tninute  prayer  at  parting. 

Choir  sings  whiie  School  retires. 


Order  of  Worship  Ho.  11. 

Bethany  Sabbath  School,  Philadelphia. 

1884. 


2.25 — First  Signal. — Five  minutes  to  prepare 
for  opening  of  school. 

Organ,  Cornet,  Violin  and  Flute  Recitals 

by  the  Boys'  Volunteer  Orchestra,  led  by 
Professors  Ewing  and  Bastert. 

2.30— Bell  No.  1.— Doors  close. 

Bell  No.  2. — Perfect  silence  (no  one  to 


Dedication— All  Sing : 

Saviour,  blessed  Saviour, 
Listen  whilst  we  sing, 

Hearts  and  voices  raising 
Praises  to  our  King. 

All  we  have  we  offer. 
All  we  hope  to  be, 

Body,  soul  and  spiri^ 
"      '  ;o  th 


All,  we  yield  to  thee. 


Girls  only: 

Praises,  praises,  praises  to  our  Saviour, 
Joining  heart  and  voice  now  and  evermore ; 

Full  Chorus : 

Praises,  praises,  everlasting  praises, 
Jesus,  Saviour,  evermore  to  Thee. 

Silent  Prayer. 

Superintendent. — Hearken  unto  me,  ye  that 
know  righteousness,  the  people  in  whose 
heart  is  my  law  ;  fear  ye  not  the  reproach 
of  men,  neither  be  ye  afraid  of  their  revil- 
ings. — Isa.  51:7. 

Associate  Superintendent. — Ye  are  my  wit- 
nesses, saith  the  Lord,  and  my  servant 
whom  I  have  chosen  ;  Fear  ye  not,  neither 
be  afraid. — Isa.  43  :  10;   44  :  8. 

School. — O  bless  our  God,  ye  people,  and  make 
the  voice  of  his  praise  to  be  heard. — Psa. 
66:8. 

The  Christian  Soldier's  Daily  Song. 
All  Sing. 

Praise  ye  the  Lord  !  joyfully  shout  hosanna  ! 

Praise  the  Lord  with  glad  acclaim  ; 
Lift  up  your  hearts  urrto  His  throne  with  glad- 
ness— 

Magnify  His  Holy  Name. 


Boys  only. 

Marching  along  under  his  banner  bright. 
Trusting  in  His  mercy  as  we  go, 

Girls  only. 

His  light  divine,  tenderly  o'er  us  will  shine, 
We  shall  be  guided  by  His  hand  now  and  for- 
ever. 

Chorus  (All). 

Steadily  marching  on,  with  our  banner  waving 

o'er  us. 
Steadily  marching  on,  while  we  sing  the  joyful 

chorus, 
Steadily  marching  on,  pillar  and  cloud  going 

before  us, 
To  the  realms  of  glory,  to  our  heme  on  high. 

All  Sing. 

Praise  we  the  Lord  !  He  is  the  King  Eternal ; 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high  ! 

Praise  we  the  Lord,  tell  of  His  loving  kindness — 
Join  the  chorus  of  the  skies. 

Boys  only. 

Still  marching  on.  cheerily  marching  on, 
In  the  ranks  of  Jesus  we  will  go. 

Girls  only. 

Home  to  our  rest,  joyfully  home  where  the  blest 
Gather  and  praise  the  Saviour's  name,  praise 
Him  forever. 


Chorus  (All). 
Steadily  marching  on,  etc. 

Superintendent.-- 1  have  set  watchmen  upon 
thy  walls,  O  Jerusalem,  which  shall  never 
hold  their  peace  day  nor  night;  ye  that 
make  mention  of  the  Lord  keep  not 
silence. — Isa.  62  :  6. 

School. — Go  through,  go  through  the  gates  ; 
prepare  ye  the  way  of  the  people  ;  cast  up, 
cast  up  the  highv^ay ;  .  .  .  lift  up  a 
standard  for  the  people. — Isa.  62  :  10. 

Boys. — And,  as  ye  go,  preach  saying,  The 
kingdom  of  heaven  is  at  hand. — Matt. 
10:7. 

Girls. — Preach  the  word ;  be  instant  in  season, 
out  of  season ;  reprove,  rebuke,  exhort, 
with  all  long  suffering  and  doctrine. — 2  Tim. 
4:2. 

Associate  Supt. — And  fear  not  them  which 
kill  the  budy,  but  are  not  able  to  kill  the 
soul.  .  .  .  Whosoever  shall  confess 
me  before  men,  him  will  I  confess  also 
before  my  Father  which  is  in  heaven, — 
Matt.  10  :  28,  32. 


Sing: 

Enemies  may  strive  to  injure, 

Satan  all  his  arts  employ  ; 
He  will  turn  what  seems  to  harm  me 

Into  everlasting  joy. 

Chorus. 

He  will  hide  me,  He  will  hide  me, 
Where  no  harm  can  e'er  betide  me; 
He  will  hide  me,  safely  hide  me. 
In  the  shadow  of  His  hand. 

Superintendent. — Say  to  them  that  are  of  a 
fearful  heart.  Be  strong,  fear  not ;  behold, 
your  God  will  come  with  vengeance,  even 
God  with  a  recompense ;  he  will  come  and 
save  you. — Isa.  35  :  4. 

Platform  Class. — There  shall  not  any  man  be 

able  to  stand  before  thee  all  the  days  of 
thy  life;  as  I  was  with  Moses,  so  I  will  be 
with  thee.  I  will  not  fail  thee  nor  forsake 
thee. — ^Josh,  1:5. 

Girls'  Infant  Room : 

Take  thy  staff,  O  pilgrim, 

Haste  thee  on  thy  way  ; 
Let  the  morrow  find  thee 

Farther  than  to-day. 


Chorus. 

Haste  thee,  haste  thee,  haste  thee  on  thy  way, 
Let  the  morrow  find  thee  farther  than  to-day. 

In  the  heavenly  journey, 

Press  with  zeal  along ; 
Resting  will  but  weary, 

Running  makes  thee  strong. — Cho. 

Entire  school  rise  and  unite  in  singing. 

The  Apostles'  Creed. 

Faith's  Song. 

Oh,  I  am  so  happy  in  Jesus  !  He  taught  me  the 

secret  of  faith. 
To  rest  in  believing  His  promise,   and  trust 

whatsoever  He  saith. 

Chorus. 

Oh,  I  am  so  happy  in  Jesus, 
From  sin  and  from  sorrow  so  free  ; 
So  happy  that  He  is  my  Saviour, 
So  happy  that  Jesus  loves  me. 

Bible  Display. 

The  Book,  the  Chapter,  the  Verses. 

Title  of  Lesson  for  the  day. 

Golden  Text. 


Superintendent. — Behold,  I  have  longed  after 
thy  precepts  ;  quicken  me  in  thy  righteous- 
ness.— Psa.  119:40. 

School. — So  shall  I  keep  thy  law  continually, 
for  ever  and  ever. — Psa.  119  :  44. 

Rise  and  Sing. 

(Tune,  Bera.) 
The  heavens  declare  Thy  glory,  Lord; 
In  every  star  Thy  wisdom  shines, 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  Thy  word, 
We  read  Thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

Read  Scripture  Lesson  for  the  day. 

Prayer  Verse. — To  be  sung  softly. 

Here  from  the  world  we  turn, 

Jesus  to  seek ; 
Here  may  His  loving  voice 

Tenderly  speak. 

Jesus,  our  dearest  friend, 
While  at  Thy  feet  we  bend. 
Oh,  let  Thy  smile  descend, 
*Tis  Thee  we  seek. 

Sentence  Prayer  following  Superintendent 
at  close   of  which  chant  the  LORD'S 
PRAYER. 

Missionary  Gifts  and  Scripture  Verses. 


Notices  for  the  Coming  Week.— During  which 
attendances  are  Inarked. 

Hymn.     (Doors  open  for  late  comers.) 

Class  Studies. 

Closing"  Worship— Hymns.— Review  by  Pas- 
tor or  one  of  the  Superintendents. 

Secretaries'  Distributions. 

Last  Bell,  when  School  rises  and  stands 
reverently  for  the  Superintendent's  one 
minute  prayer  at  parting. 

Choir  sings  while  School  retires. 


Order  of  WorsMp  No.  12. 

Bethany  Sabbath  School, 

Philadelphia,  1884. 


2.25.— First  Signal. 

2.30.— BeU  No.  1. 

Bell  No.  2.— Perfect  silence.     All  stand. 

Superintendent.— 

The  Lord  bless  thee  and  keep  thee : 

The  Lord  make  his  face  shine  upon  thee, 

and  be  gracious  unto  thee  : 
The    Lord  lift   up  his  countenance  upon 

thee,  and  give  thee  peace. 

The  Lord's  Prayer. 
All  sing : 

Lord,  come  and  bless  our  Sabbath -school, 
Aud  meet  us  in  this  hallowed  place  ; 

Oh,  make  ihy  Word  our  daily  rule, 
And  fill  us  with  thy  love  a"nd  grace. 

Hce  let  our  voices,  joined  in  praise, 
Send  incense  from  each  grateful  heart; 

And  when  our  prayers  to  thee  we  raise, 
Do  thou  all  needful  goo  I  impart. 


Lord,  help  us  nil  to  hear  thee  speak, 
As  nowlhy  Holy  Book  Ave  read ; 

TVith  all  oarhearts  thy  favor  seek. 
That  what  we  hear  we  all  may  heedl 


Signal  Bell. — All  take  their  seats. 

Superintendent. — Hear,  O  Israel :  The  Lord 
our  God  is  one  Lord. 

Associate  Superintendent. — And  thou  shalt 
love  the' Lord  thy  God  with  all  thine  heart, 
and  with  all  thy  soul,  and  with  all  thy 
might. 

Boys. — And  these  words,  which  I  command 
thee  this  day,  shall  be  in  thine  heart :' 

Girls. — And  thou  shalt  teach  them  diligently 
unto  thy  children,  and  shalt  talk  of  them 
when  thou  sittest  in  thine  house,  and  when 
thou  walkest  by  the  way,  and  when  thou 
liest  down,  and  when  thou  risest  up. 

Platform  Class. — And  thou  shalt  bind  them 
for  a  sign  upon  thine  hand,  and  they  shall 
be  as  frontlets  between  thine  eyes. 

Superintendent. — And  thou  shalt  write  them 
upon  the  posts  of  thy  house,  and  on  thy 
srates. 


All  sing: 


I'm  seeking  to  know  my  Saviour's  will, 
From  his  Word  which  he  hath  spoken; 

He  says  he  Avill  help  me  serve  him  still, 
And  his  Word  cannot  be  broken. 

Chorus. 

I  am  seeking  to  know  and  do ; 
Trusting,  for  he  is  true ; 

Seeking,  trusting, 
Learning  to  know  and  do. 

I'm  seeking  to  grow  more  like  my  Lord, 

For  his  image  is  before  me  ! 
I  want  to  obtain  the  great  reward, 

For  a  crown  is  lifted  o'er  me.— Cho. 


Silent  prayer. 

Superintendent :  Come,  ye  children,  hearken 
unto  me:  I  will  teach  you  the  fear  of  the 
Lord. 

Boys. — What  man  is  he  that  desireth  life,  and 
loveth  many  days,  that  he  may  see  good  ? 

Girls. — Keep  thy  tongue  from  evil,  and  thy  lips 
from  speaking  guile. 

All. — Depart  from  evil,  and  do  good  ;  seek 
peace  and  pursue  it. 


Infant  School  Sing : 


Little  ones  of  Jesus,  we, 
Sing  our  song  of  praise  to  Thee. 
Thou  will  liear  the  infant  throng 
When  they  offer  thee  their  song. 


Chobus. 

Little  ones  of  Jesus, 
Little  ones  of  Jesus, 
We  will  praise  him  in  our  songi 

Little  ones  of  Jesus,  now, 
At  thy  loving  feet  we  bow  ; 
Lay  thy  hands  upon  our  head, 
Blessed  hands  that  for  us  bled.— Cho. 


Little  ones  of  Jesus,  he 
Died  for  us  upon  the  tree ; 
Lives  for  us,  before  the  throne, 
Lives  to  make  us  all  His  own.— Cho. 


Superintendent. — We  have  heard  with  our 
ears,  OGod,  our  fathers  have  told  us,  what 
work  thou  didst  in  their  days,  in  the  times 
of  old. 

Pastor. — I  will  open  my  mouth  in  a  parable : 
I  will  utter  dark  sayings  of  old  : 

Platform  Class. — Which  we  have  heard  r.nd 
known,  and  our  fathers  have  told  us. 

Teachers. — We  will  not  hide  them  from  their 
children,  showing  to  the  generation  to 
come  the  praises  of  the  Lord,  and  his 
strength,  and  his  wonderful  works  that  he 
hath  done. 

Boys. — For  he  established  a  testimony  in 
Jacob,    and    appointed    a  law  in    Israel, 


which  he  commanded  our  fathers,  that 
they  should  make  them  known  to  their 
children  : 

Girls. — That  the  generation  to  come  might 
know  them  even  the  children  which  should 
be  born  ;  who  should  arise  and  declare 
them  to  their  children  : 

All. — That  they  might  set  their  hope  in  God, 
and  not  forget  the  works  of  God,  but  keep 
his  commandments. 

Superintendent. — They  found  '  him  in  the 
temple,  sitting  in  the  midst  of  the  doctors, 
both  hearing  them,  and  asking  them  ques- 
tions. 

Associate  Superintendent. — All  that  heard 
him  were  astonished  at  his  understanding 
and  answers. 


Choir: 


Jesus,  when  he  was  a  child  like  me, 
Went  to  the  temple  to  praise  and  pray ; 

lu  His  example.  I  may  f-ee 
How  I  should  keep  ttiis  holy  day. 

Humble  an<l  lioly  let  lue  1  c 
Walking  in  wisdom's  narrow  way. 

Hf^to  the  doctors  pave  an  ear, 

When  in  the  temple  they  sat  and  taught ; 
He,  who  could  teach  them,  went  to  hear ; 

LeS'^ons  in  truth  he  humbly  sought. 
While  1  am  t  lught,  O  Lord,  draw  near, 

FLU  with  thy  Word  my  every  thought. 


A  Bible  story  of  an  old-time 
Sabbath-School. 

Superintendent. — And  all  the  people  gathered 
th'emselves  together  as  one  man  into  the 
street  that  was  before  the  water  gate  ;  and 
they  spake  unto  Ezra  the  scribe  to  bring 
the  book  of  the  law  of  Moses,  which  the 
Lord  had  commanded  to  Israel. 

Pastor. — And  Ezra  the  priest  brought  the  law 
before  the  congregation  both  of  men  and 
women,  and  all  that  could  hear  with  under- 
standing, upon  the  first  day  of  the  seventh 
month. 

Platform  Class. — And  he  read  therein  before 
the  street  that  was  before  the  water  gate 
from  the  morning  until  midday,  before  the 
men  and  the  ^yomen,  and  those  that  could 
understand  ;  and  the  ears  of  all  the  people 
were  attentive  unto  the  book  of  the  law. 

Superintendent. — And  Ezra  opened  the  book 
in  the  sight  of  all  the  people  ;  and  when 
he  opened  it,  all  the  people  stood  up  : 


Boys. — And  Ezra  blessed  the  Lord,  the  great 
God. 


Girls.— And  all  the  people  answered,  Amen, 
Amen,  with  lifting  up  their  hands  ; 

All. — And  they  bowed  their  heads,  and  wor- 
shipped the  Lord  with  their  faces  to  the 
ground. 

Superintendent. — So  they  read  in  the  book  in 
the  law  of  God  distinctly,  and  gave  the 
sense,  and  caused  them  to  understand  the 
reading. 

Bibles  np. 
Title,  etc. 
Chapter,  etc. 
Golden  Text,  etc. 


Sing 


Ploly  Bible.  Book  dirine, 
Precious  treasure,  thou  art  mine. 
Mine  to  tell  me  whence  I  came : 
Mine  to  tell  me  what  I  am. 

Mine  to  chide  me  when  I  rove ; 
Mine  to  show  a  Saviour's  love. 
Mine  to  show  by  living  faith 
Man  can  triumph  over  death. 


Reading  Scriptures  in  concert. 
Prayer. 


Sing: 

Teach  me.  O  Lord,  this  very  day- 
Out  of  thy  blessed  Word. 
Lead  me  on  iu  thy  holy  way, 
Keep  my  feet  that  I  may  not  stray 
Ever  Irom  thee,  my  Lord  1 

Chorus. 
Teach  me,  O  Lord 

Out  of  thy  Word; 
For  keeping  thy  precepts  brings  rich  reward. 

Let  me,  O  Lord,  give  thee  my  heart, 

All  that  1  have  ti>  give; 
Show  me.  l^ord,  what  a  friend  thou  art ; 
Bind  me  close,  so  that  naught  can  part, 

Iu  thee  O  let  me  ive.— Cho. 

Missionary  Gifts  and  Scripture  Verses. 

Notices  for  the  Coming  Week.— During  which 
attendances  are  marked. 

Hymn.     (Doors  open  for  late  comers.) 

Class  Studies. 

Closing  Worship— Hymns.— Review  by  Pas- 
tor or  one  of  the  Superintendents. 

Secretaries'  Distributions. 

Last  Bell,  when  School  rises  and  stands 
reverently  for  the  Superintendent's  one 
minute  prayer  at  parting. 

Choir  sings  while  School  retires. 


[NVOCATION. 


Music — Goldett  Shower. 

Help  us,  Lord,  throughout  this  day, 
While  we  sing  and  while  we  pray, 
At  thy  Spirit  with  us  stay, 

While  here  we  learn  of  Jesus. 


Music — Fresh  Laurels. 

The  Lord  is  in  his  holy  temple. 

The  Lord  is  in  his  holy  temple  ; 

Let  all  the  earth  keep  silence  before  him, 

Let  all  the  earth  keep  silence  before  him. 


^  Hymnal  6() — Tune,  Wimborne. 

How  sweet  to  leave  the  world  awhile. 
And  seek  the  presence  of  our  Lord  ! 

Dear  Saviour,  on  thy  people  smile, 
And  come,  according  to  thy  word. 

2  From  busy  scenes  we  now  retreat, 

That  we  may  here  converse  with  thee 
Ah,  Lord !  behold  us  at  thy  feet ; — 
Let  this  the  gate  of  heaven  be. 

3  "  Chief  of  ten  thousand  !  "  now  appear, 

That  we  by  faith  may  see  thy  face  : 
Oh !  speak,  that  we  thy  voice  may  hear. 
And  let  thy  presence  fill  this  place. 


PRAISE. 


Music — Gospel  Hymns  No. '^^ 
I  will  sing  of  my  Redeemer 

And  his  wondrous  love  to  me  ; 
On  the  cruel  cross  he  suffered, 

From  the  curse  to  set  me  free. 

Chorus. 

Sing,  oh  !  sing  of  my  Redeemer, 

With  his  blood  he  purchased  me, 

On  the  cross  he  sealed  my  pardon, 
Paid  the  debt  and  made  me  free, 
And  made  me  free. 

2  I  will  tell  the  wondrous  story. 

How  my  lost  estate  to  save, 
In  his  boundless  love  and  mercy, 

He  the  ransom  freely  gave. — Cho. 

3  I  will  praise  my  dear  Redeemer, 

His  triumphant  power  I'll  tell, 
How  the  victory  he  giveth 

Over  sin,  and  death,  and  hell. — Cho. 

4  I  will  sing  of  my  Redeemer, 

And  his  heavenly  love  to  me  ; 
He  from  death  to  life  hath  brought  me, 
Son  of  God.  with  him  to  be. — Cho. 


Music — Gospel  Hymns  No.  3. 
Fierce  and  wild  the  storm  is  raging 
Round  a  helpless  bark, 


PRAISfi. 


On  to  doom  'tis  swiftly  driving 
O'er  the  waters  dark  ! 


Chorus. 
Joy,  oh,  joy,  behold  the  Saviour, 

Joy,  oh,  joy,  the  message  hear, 
"  rU  stand  by  until  the  morning, 

I've  come  to  save  you,  do  not  fear." 
Yes,  I'll  stand  by  until  the  morning, 

I've  come  to  save  you,  do  not  fear. 

Weary,  helpless,  hopeless  seamen 

Fainting  on  the  deck. 
With  what  joy  they'll  hail  their  Saviour, 

As  he  hails  the  wreck! — Cho. 

On  a  wild  and  stormy  ocean, 

Sinking  'neath  the  wave, 
Souls  that  perish  heed  the  message, 

Christ  has  come  to  save  ! — Cho. 

Daring  death  thy  soul  to  rescue, 

He  in  love  has  come ; 
Leave  the  wreck,  and  in  him  trusting. 

Thou  shalt  reach  thy  home! — Cho. 


Music — Brightest  and  Best. 

Lift  the  voice  in  holy  song, 

Awake,  ye  saints  who  love  the  Lord; 
Gather  now  in  happy  throng, 

And  praise  his  name  with  one  accord; 


PRAISE. 

Ye  who  know  the  great  salvation, 
Sing  the  triumph  of  his  grace, 

And  with  highest  adoration 

Come  before  Jehovah's  face. 

Chorus. 
Praise  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  light, 
Praise  the  Lord,  ye  heavenly  hosts; 
Praise  the  Lord  for  all  his  mighty  acts, 
In  all  the  places  of  his  wide  dominion  ; 
Praise  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost. 

I  Crowd  his  courts  with  lofty  praise, 

And  sing  the  works  that  he  hath  done; 
Songs  of  love  and  honor  raise 

To  Christ  the  Lord,  the  equal  Son  ; 
Shout  aloud,  ye  souls  in  glory, 

Swell  the  song,  ye  saints  below  ; 
Till  the  heavens  shall  tell  the  story. 

And  the  earth  the  strain  shall  know. 

Cho. 

'  Music — Songs  of  Love. 

Praise  the  Saviour,  O  ye  people ! 

Praise  and  bless  his  holy  name  ! 
Praise  and  worship  him,  children  worship  him, 

For  a  child  from  heaven  he  came ; 
Praise  him  from  the  hills  and  mountains, 

From  the  vales  and  cities  all. 
Hail  him  king  of  earth  and  heaven. 

Who  was  once  a  child  so  small ; 
Hail  him  king  of  earth  and  heaven. 

Who  was  once  a  child  so  small. 


PRAISE. 


Chorus. 

Praise  him  in  the  sanctuary  ; 

Let  the  children  swell  the  strain, 
And  at  morn,  and  noon,  and  even, 

Echo  still  the  sweet  refrain  ; 
And  at  morn,  and  noon,  and  even, 

Echo  still  the  sweet  refrain. 


Praise  him  for  his  mighty  actions ; 

Praise  him  for  his  tenderness, 
When  he  lovingly  held  the  little  ones 

In  his  arms  to  save  and  bless  ; 
Praise  him,  all  ye  wise  and  noble, 

Men  and  maidens,  old  and  young; 
Let  redeeming  love  and  mercy 

Be  the  theme  of  every  tongue ; 
Let  redeeming  love  and  merey 

Be  the  theme  of  every  tongue. — Cho. 


8 


S.M. 


The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is, 
I  shall  be  well  supplied  , 

Since  he  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 
What  can  I  want  beside  ? 


2  He  leads  me  to  the  place 

Where  heavenly  pasture  grows. 
Where  living  waters  gently  pass, 
And  full  salvation  flows. 


PRAISE. 


3  If  e'er  I  go  astray, 

He  doth  my  soul  reclaim, 
And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way, 
For  his  most  holy  name. 

4  While  he  affords  his  aid 

I  cannot  yield  to  fear  ; 
Though  I  should  walkthrough  death's  dark 
shade, 
My  Shepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  Amid  surrounding  foes 

Thou  dost  my  table  spread, 
My  cup  with  blessings  overflows, 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

6  The  bounties  of  thy  love 

Shall  crown  my  following  days  ; 
Nor  from  thy  house  will  I  remove, 
Nor  cease  to  speak  thy  praise. 


9 


CM. 

The  Lord's  my  shepherd,  I'll  not  want. 

He  makes  me  down  to  lie 
In  pastures  green  :  he  leadeth  me 

The  quiet  waters  by. 


2  My  soul  he  doth  restore  again. 
And  me  to  walk  doth  make 
Within  the  paths  of  righteousness. 
E'en  for  his  own  name's  sake. 


PRAISE. 

3  Yea,  though  I  walk  in  death's  dark  vale, 

Yet  will  I  fear  no  ill ; 
For  thou  art  with  me,  and  thy  rod 
And  staff  me  comfort  still. 

4  Goodness  and  mercy  all  my  life 

Shall  surely  follow  me, 
And  in  God's  house  for  evermore 
My  dwelling-place  shall  be. 


10 


C.  M. 
Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life, 

In  trouble  and  in  joy. 
The  praises  of  my  God  shall  still 

My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 

2  My  soul  shall  make  her  boast  in  him. 
And  celebrate  his  fame  ; 
Come  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 
With  me  exalt  his  name. 


3  The  hosts  of  God  encamp  around 
The  dwellings  of  the  just; 
Deliverance  he  affords  to  all 
Who  on  his  succor  trust. 


Oh  !  make  but  trial  of  his  love ; 

Experience  will  decide 
How  blest  they  are,  and  only  they. 

Who  in  his  truth  confide. 


PRAISE. 


11 


C.M\ 
O  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast. 

And  our  eternal  home. 

2  Before  the  hills  in  order  stood. 

Or  earth  received  her  frame. 
From  everlasting  thou  art  God, 
To  endless  years  the  same. 

3  A  thousand  ages  in  thy  sight 

Are  like  an  evening  gone, 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night 
Before  the  rising  dawn. 

4  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream, 

Bears  all  its  sons  away  ; 
They  fly,  forgotten — as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  opening  day. 


12 


Z.  M. 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks  and  sing. 
To  show  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest, 

No  mortal  cares  shall  seize  my  breast ; 
Oh  !  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found. 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound. 


PRAISE. 


3  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  bless  his  works  and  bless  his  word ; 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine ! 
How  deep  thy  counsels  !  how  divine  ! 


13 


L.M. 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 

Ye  nations  bow  with  sacred  joy; 

Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone, — 
He  can  create,  and  he  destroy. 

2  His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid. 

Made  us  of  clay,  and  formed  us  men  ; 
And     when,     like     wandering   sheep,   we 
strayed, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We  are  thy  people,  we  thy  care, 

Our  souls  and  all  our  mortal  frame  : 
What  lasting  honors  shall  we  rear. 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ! 

4  We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  songs, 

High  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raise  : 
And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues, 
Shall   fill    thy    courts   with    sounding 
praise. 


14 


7  s. 


Children  of  the  heavenly  King, 
As  we  journey  we  will  sing,. — 
Sing  our  Saviour's  worthy  praise. 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  wavs. 


lO  PRAISE. 


2  We  are  traveling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  we 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  O  ye  mourning  souls,  be  glad, 
Christ  our  Advocate  is  made  ; 
Us  to  save  our  flesh  assumes, 
Brother  to  our  souls  becomes. 

4  Shout,  ye  little  flock,  and  blest, 
Soon  we'll  enter  into  rest ; 
There  our  seat  is  now  prepared, 
There  our  kingdom  and  reward. 

5  Lord,  submissive  make  us  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below  ; 
Only  thou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 


15 


CM. 


When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 

My  rising  soul  surveys. 
Transported  with  the  view  I'm  lost 

In  wonder,  love  and  praise. 

2  Unnumbered  comforts  to  my  soul 
Thy  tender  care  bestowed, 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceived 

From  whom  those  comforts  flowed. 


PRAISE.  II 


3  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ  ; 
Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart, 

That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

4  Through  every  period  of  my  life 

Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue  ; 

And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 

The  glorious  theme  renew, 


16 


L.M. 


Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light ; 
Keep  me,  oh,  keep  me,  King  of  kings. 
Beneath  thine  own  almighty  wings  ! 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  that  I  this  day  have  done  ; 
That  with  the  world,  myself  and  thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed  ; 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
Rise,  glorious,  at  the  awful  day. 

4  Oh,  let  my  soul  on  thee  repose, 

And  may  sweet  sleep  my  eyelids  close, — ■ 
Sleep  that  shall  me  more  vigorous  make, 
To  serve  my  God,  when  I  awake. 


12  PRAISE. 


17 


Music — Golden  Shower.  S.  M. 

Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad. 

And  hymns  of  glory  sing  ; 
Jehovah  is  the  sovereign  God, 

The  universal  king. 

2  Come,  worship  at  his  throne, - 

Come,  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 
We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own, 
He  formed  us  by  his  word. 

3  To-day  attend  his  voice. 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  ; 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice. 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 


18 


Music — Golden  Shower.  S.  M. 

My  soul  repeat  his  praise. 

Whose  mercies  are  so  great ; 
Whose  anger  is  so  slow  to  rise, 

So  ready  to  abate. 

2  High  as  the  heavens  are  raised 

Above  the  ground  we  tread, 
So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 

Our  highest  thoughts  exceed. 

3  His  power  subdues  our  sins, 

And  his  forgiving  love, 
Far  as  the  east  is  from  the  west, 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 


PRAISE.  13 


4  The  pity  of  the  Lord, 

To  those  who  fear  his  name, 
Is  such  as  tender  parents  feel ; 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 


5  Our  days  are  as  the  grass, 

Or  like  the  morning  flower  ; 
If  one  sharp  blast  sweep  o'er  the  field, 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 


19 


CM 

Great  God  !  how  infinite  art  thou  ! 

What  worthless  worms  are  we  ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 

And  pay  their  praise  to  thee. 

2  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 

Ere  seas  or  stars  were  made ; 
Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 
Were  all  the  nations  dead. 

3  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 

Stands  present  in  thy  view ; 
To  thee,  there's  nothing  old  appears; 
Great  God  !  there's  nothing  new. 

4  Our  lives  through  various  scenes  are  drawn, 

And  vexed  with  trifling  cares, 
While  thine  eternal  thought  moves  on 
Thine  undisturbed  affairs. 


PRAISE. 


20 


CM. 


Oh  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 
My  dear  Redeemer's  praise  ; 

The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace  ! 

2  My  gracious  Master,  and  my  God, 

Assist  me  to  proclaim, 
To  spread  through  all  the  earth  abroad 
The  honors  of  thy  name. 

3  Jesus,  the  name  that  calms  our  fears. 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease  ; 
*Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears, 

'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  reigning  sin. 

He  sets  the  prisoner  free  ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean. 
His  blood  availed  for  me. 


21 


8's  &^  fs. 
Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing. 

Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace  ; 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise  : 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  ; 
Praise  the  mount, — oh !  fix  me  on  it, — 

Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love. 


PRAISE.  15 


Here  I  raise  my  Ebenezer, 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come ; 
And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home  : 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger. 

Interposed  with  precious  blood. 


Oh,  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor, 

Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be ! 
Let  that  grace,  Lord,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  thee  : 
Prone  to  wander.  Lord,  I  feel  it. 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love  ; 
Here's  my  heart,  Lord,  take  and  seal  it,- 

Seal  it  from  thy  courts  above. 


22 


Music — Softgs  of  Gladness.    S's  &-»/s. 

Hark  !  what  mean  those  holy  voices. 
Sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies  ? 

Lo  !  the  angelic  host  rejoices,  ' 
Heavenly  hallelujahs  rise. 


Chorus. 

Hear  them  tell  the  wondrous  story, 
Hear  them  chant  in  hymns  of  joy, 

"  Glory  in  the  highest — glory  ! 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high !  " 


l6  PRAISE. 


2  Peace  on  earth — good  will  from  heaven, 

Reaching  far  as  man  is  found, 
Souls  redeemed,  and  sins  forgiven, 

Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound. 

Cho. 

3  Christ  is  born,  the  great  Anointed — 

Heaven  and  earth  his  praises  sing ; 
Oh,  receive  whom  God  appointed 

For  your  Prophet,  Priest  and  King  ! 

Cho. 

4  Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us, 

Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood  ? 
But  this  Saviour  died  to  have  us 

Reconciled  in  him  to  God. — Cno. 


23 


Music — Book  of  Worship. 
Silent  night !  holy  night ! 
All  is  calm,  all  is  bright 
Round  yon  virgin  mother  and  child. 
Holy  Infant,  tender  and  mild, 
11  :Sleep  in  heavenly  peace  !  :|| 

Silent  night !  holy  night ! 
Shepherds  wake,  touched  with  fright. 
Glories  stream  from  heaven  afar  ; 
Heavenly  hosts  sing  hallelujah, 
II  : Christ  the  Saviour  is  born.  :lj 

Silent  night !  holy  night! 
Son  of  God  !  light  of  light  .— 
Oh,  how  love  beams  from  his  face, 
With  the  dawn  of  heavenly  grace, 
11  :At  Immanuel's  birth  !  :ll 


PRAISE. 


24 


CM. 


Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed, 
And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 

Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done, 

He  groaned  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  God,  the  mighty  Maker,  died 
For  man,  the  creature's  sin. 

4  Thus  might  1  hide  my  blushing  face. 

While  his  dear  cross  appears, 
Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  my  eyes  to  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe  ; 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away, 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 


25 


All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name  ! 
Let  angels  prostrate  fall, 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


l8  PRAISE. 


2  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 

Ye  ransomed  from  the  fall, 
Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall, 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

4  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe. 

On  this  terrestrial  ball. 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

5  Oh  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng 

We  at  his  feet  may  fall  ; 
We'll  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


26 


L.M. 


Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be, 
A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee  ? 
Ashamed  of  thee  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days ! 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus,  that  dear  friend 

On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend ! 
No,  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame. 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  yes,  I  may. 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away. 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 


PRAISE.  19 


4  Till  then — nor  is  my  boasting  vain- 
Till  then,  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain  ; 
And  oh,  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me  ! 


27 


L.  M. 


Jesus,  thou  joy  of  loving  hearts  ! 

Thou  fount  of  life  !  thou  light  of  men  ! 
From  the  best  bliss  that  earth  imparts 

We  turn  unfilled  to  thee  again. 

2  We  taste  thee,  O  thou  living  bread  ! 

And  long  to  feast  upon  thee  still ; 
We  drink  of  thee,  the  fountain-head, 
And  thirst  our  souls  from  thee  to  fill. 

3  Our  restless  spirits  yearn  for  thee, 

Where'er  our  changeful  lot  is  cast ; 
Glad  when  thy  gracious  smile  we  see. 

Blest  when  our  faith  can  hold  thee  fast. 

4  O  Jesus  !  ever  with  us  stay. 

Make  all  our  moments  calm  and  bright ; 
Chase  the  dark  night  of  sin  away. 

Shed  o'er  the  world  thy  holy  light. 


28 


CM. 

Jesus,  I  love  thy  charming  name, 

'Tis  music  to  mine  ear  ; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud 

That  earth  and  heaven  should  hear. 


20  PRAISE. 


2  Yes,  thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 

My  joy,  my  hope,  my  trust ; 
Jewels,  to  thee,  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust, 

3  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish 

In  thee  most  richly  meet ; 
Nor  to  mine  eyes  is  light  so  dear. 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

4  Thy  grace  still  dwells  upon  my  heart. 

And  sheds  its  fragrance  there, 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 


5  I'll  speak  the  honors  of  thy  name 
With  my  last  laboring  breath  ; 
Then  speechless  clasp  thee  in  mine  arms, 
The  antidote  of  death. 


29 


Z.  M. 
When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross. 

On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 

And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 

Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God  ; 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 


PRAISE.  21 


3  See,  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 

Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  ; 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 

Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 

4  His  dying  crimson,  like  a  robe, 

Spreads  o'er  his  body  on  the  tree  , 
Then  am  I  dead  to  all  the  globe. 
And  all  the  globe  is  dead  to  me. 

5  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine. 

That  were  a  present  far  too  small ; 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine. 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 


30 


L.M. 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  its  successive  journeys  run  ; 
His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2  For  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made. 
And  endless  praises  crown  his  head; 
His  name,  like  sweet  perfume,  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 

3  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  song, 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his.  name. 

4  Blessings  abound  where'er  he  reigns, 
The  joyful  prisoner  bursts  his  chains, 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 


22  PRAISE. 


5  Let  every  creature  rise  and  bring 
Peculiar  honprs  to  our  King; 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  loud  Amen. 


31 


S.  M. 

I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 

The  house  of  thine  abode, 

The  church  our  blest  Redeemer  saved 
With  his  own  precious  blood. 

2  I  love  thy  church,  O  God  ! 

Her  walls  before  thee  stand, 
Dear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye. 
And  graven  on  thy  hand. 

3  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall, 

For  her  my  prayers  ascend, 
To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

4  Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heavenly  ways, 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows. 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 


32 


Music — Brightest  and  Best.       L.  Af. 
To  God  be  the  glory,  great  things  he  hath 

done, 
So  loved  he  the  world  that  he  gave  us  his 

Son  ; 
Who  yielded  his  life  an  atonement  for  sin, 
And  opened  the  life-gate  that  all  may  go  in. 


PRAISE.  25 


Refrain. 
Praise  the  Lord,  praise  the  Lord, 
Let  the  earth  hear  his  voice  ; 
Praise  the  Lord,  praise  the  Lord, 
Let  the  people  rejoice. 
Oh,  come  to  the  Father  through  Jesus  the 

Son, 
And  give  him  the  glory,  great  things  he  hath 
done ! 

2  Oh,    perfect   redemption,     the    purchase   of 

blood. 
To  every  believer  the  promise  of  God  ; 
The  vilest  offender  who  truly  believes. 
That  moment  from  Jesus  a  pardon  receives  I 

Ref. 

3  Great  things  he  hath  taught  us,  great  things 

he  hath  done  ; 
And  great  our  rejoicing  through  Jesus  the 

Son  ; 
But  purer,  and  higher,  and  greater  will  be 
Our  wonder,  our  transport,  when  Jesus  we 

see. — Ref. 


33 


Music — Golden  Chain. 
Sweetly  sing,  sweetly  sing. 
Praises  to  our  heavenly  King  ; 
Let  us  raise,  let  us  raise, 
High  our  notes  of  praise  ; 
Praise  to  him  whose  name  is  love, 
Praise  to  him  who  reigns  above; 
Raise  your  songs,  raise  your  songs, 
Now  with  thankful  tongues. 


24  PRAISE. 


2  Far  away,  far  away, 

We  in  sin's  dark  valley  lay; 

Jesus  came,  Jesus  came. 

Blessed  be  his  name  ! 

He  redeemed  us  by  his  grace, 

Then  prepared  in  heaven  a  place 

To  receive,  to  receive 

All  who  will  believe. 


34 


Music — Golden  Censer.     8's&^fs. 
In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 

Towering  over  the  wrecks  of  time  ; 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 

Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

2  When  the  woes  of  life  overtake  me, 

Hopes  deceive  and  fears  annoy, 
Never  shall  the  cross  forsake  me  ; 
Lo  !  it  glows  with  peace  and  joy. 

3  When  the  sun  of  bliss  is  beaming 

Light  and  love  upon  my  way, 
From  the  cross,  the  radiance  streaming, 
Adds  new  lustre  to  the  day. 

4  Bane  and  blessing,  pain  and  pleasure. 

By  the  cross  are  sanctified  ; 
Peace  is  there  that  knows  no  measure, 
Joys  that  through  all  time  abide. 

5  In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 

Towering  over  the  wrecks  of  time  ; 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 

Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 


PRAISE.  25 


35 


Music — Songs  of  Devotion. 
We  praise  thee,  O  God  !  for  the  Son  of  thy 

love, 
For  Jesus  who  died,  and  is  now  gone  above. 
Chorus. 
Hallelujah  !  thine  the  glory,  hallelujah  !  Amen. 
Hallelujah  !  thine  the  glory,  revive  us  again, 

2  We  praise  thee,  O   God !    for  thy   Spirit  of 

light, 
Who  has  shown  us'' our  Saviour,  and  scattered 
our  night. 

3  All  glory  and  praise  to  the  Lamb  that  was 

slain, 
Who  has  borne  all  our  sins,  and  has  cleansed 
every  stain. 

4  Revive  us   again  ;    fill  each  heart  with  thy 

love  ; 
May  each  soul  be  rekindled  with  fire  from 
above. 


36 


Music — Golden  Censer. 
Glory  to  God  in  the  highest ! 

Glory  to  God,  glory  to  God, 
Glory  to  God  in  the  highest ! 

Shall  be  our  song  to-day  ; 
Another  year's  rich  mercies  prove 
His  ceaseless  care  and  boundless  love  ; 
So  let  our  loudest  voices  raise 
Our  Anniversary  song  of  praise. 


26  PRAISE. 


Chorus. 

Glory  to  God  in  the  highest ! 
Glory  to  God  in  the  highest ! 
Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high  ! 

Glory  to  God  in  the  highest ! 

Glory  to  God,  glory  to  God, 
Glory  to  God  in  the  highest ! 

Shall  be  our  song  to-day  ; 
The  song  that  woke  the  glorious  morn 
When  David's  greater  Son  was  born, 
Sung  by  a  heavenly  host,  and  we 
Would  join  the  angelic  company. — Cho. 

Glory  to  God  in  the  highest ! 

Glory  to  God,  glory  to  God, 
Glory  to  God  in  the  highest  ! 

Shall  be  our  song  to-day  ; 
And  while  we  with  the  angels  sing, 
Gifts  with  the  wise  men  let  us  bring 
Unto  the  babe  of  Bethlehem, 
And  offer  our  young  hearts  to  him. — Cho. 

Glory  to  God  in  the  highest ! 

Glory  to  God,  glory  to  God, 
Glory  to  God  in  the  highest ! 

Shall  be  our  song  to-day. 
Oh,  may  we,  an  unbroken  band, 
Around  the  throne  of  Jesus  stand. 
And  there  with  angels  and  the  throng 
Of  his  redeemed  ones  join  the  song ! — Cho. 


PRAISE.  2f 


37 


Music — Book  of  Worship.         C.  M. 
Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve, 

And  press  with  vigor  on  ; 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 

And  an  immortal  crown. 

2  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey  ; 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

3  'Tis  God's  all-animating  voice 

That  calls  thee  from  on  high  ; 
'Tis  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye. 

4  That  prize  with  peerless  glories  bright, 

Which  shall  new  lustre  boast, 
When  victors'  wreaths  and  monarchs'  gems 
Shall  blend  in  common  dust. 

5  Blest  Saviour  !  introduced  by  thee. 

Have  we  our  race  begun  :     . 
And  crowned  with  victory,  at  thy  feet 
We'll  lay  our  laurels  down. 


38 


Music — Book  of  Worship.         C.  M. 
Amazing  grace — how  sweet  the  sound — 

That  saved  a  wretch  like  me  ! 
I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found ; 

Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 


28  PRAISE. 


2  'Twas  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear, 

And  grace  my  fears  relieved  ; 
How  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 
The  hour  I  first  believed  ! 

3  Through  many  dangers,  toils  and  snares, 

I  have  already  come  ; 
But  grace  has  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

4  Yes,  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail, 

And  mortal  life  shall  cease, 
I  shall  possess,  within  the  veil, 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 

qq 

^  ^  Songs  of  Gladness. 

Jesus  hath  sought  us  ; 

Jesus  hath  sought  us  ; 
Joyful  hosannas  to  him  let  us  raise  ; — 

Cheerily  singing, 

Merrily  ringing, 
Anthems,  loud  anthems,  of  jubilant  praise. 

Chorus. 
Joyfully  praise  him  ! 
Cheerfully  raise  him 
Glad  songs  and  loud  hosannas 
Shall   ascend  to   Jesus    above   from   Bethany 
School ! 
Joyfully  praise  him ! 
Cheerfully  raise  him 
Songs   of  thanksgiving  to   Jesus  above  from 
Bethany  School ! 


PRAISE.  29 


2  Kind  friends  have  taught  us, 
Jesus  hath  brought  us 

Under  this  roof  where  we  gather  to-day  ; 

Gracious  Jehovah, 

Guide  and  watch  over; 
Look  on  thy  children  in  mercy,  we  pray. — Cho. 

3  Keep  us  and  guide  us  ; 
Kindly  provide  us 

Comfort  and  strength  for  each  step  of  the  way ; 

Mercy  and  blessing, 

Thy  favor  expressing, 
Keep  us  in  love  for  eternity's  day.— Cho. 

4  When  thou  hast  led  us, 
Taught  us,  and  fed  us, 

Strengthened  our  hearts,  as  we've  journeyed 
along, 

Then,  gracious  Father, 

Thy  children  gather, 
Joining  in  chorus  of  heaven's  new  song. — Cho. 


40 


Lo  !  the  stone  is  rolled  away, 
Death  yields  up  his  mighty  prey 
Jesus,  rising  from  the  tomb. 
Scatters  all  its  fearful  gloom. 

2  Praise  him  in  the  noblest  songs, 
From  ten  thousand  tongues  ; 
Every  note  with  rapture  swell, 
And  the  Saviour's  triumph  tell. 


30  PRAISE. 


Let  Immanuel  be  adored — 
Ransom,  Mediator,  Lord  ! 
To  creation's  utmost  bound, 
Let  the  eternal  praise  resound. 


41 


Psalm  103. 


Praise,  my  soul,  the  King  of  heaven, 

To  his  feet  thy  tribute  bring. 
Ransomed,  healed,  restored,  forgiven. 
Who  like  me  his  praise  should  sing  ? 
Praise  him  !     Praise  him  ! 
Praise  him  !     Praise  him  ! 
Praise  the  everlasting  King  ! 


2  Praise  him  for  his  grace  and  favor 
To  our  fathers  in  distress  ; 
Praise  him,  still  the  same  forever, 
Slow  to  chide,  and  swift  to  bless. 
Praise  him  !     Praise  him  ! 
Praise  him  !     Praise  him  ! 
Glorious  in  his  faithfulness. 


3  Angels,  help  us  to  adore  him — 
Ye  behold  him  face  to  face. 
Sun  and  moon,  bow  down  before  him. 
Dwellers  all  in  time  and  space. 
Praise  him  !     Praise  him  ! 
Praise  him  \     Praise  him  ! 
Praise  with  us  the  God  of  grace. 


PRAISE.  %i 


4-9 

n  A  Music — Book  of  Worship. 

The  voice  of  free  grace  cries,  "  Escape  to  the 
mountain  !" 

For  Adam's  lost  race  Christ  hath  opened  a 
fountain, 

For  sin  and  uncleanness,  and  every  trans- 
gression, 

II :  His  blood  flows  most  freely,  in  streams  of 
salvation.:  II 

Chorus. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb  !  who  hath  purchased 

our  pardon ! 
||:We'll  praise  him  again  when  we  pass  over 

Jordan.:  II 

2  Ye  souls  that  are  wounded !    Oh,  flee  to  the 

Saviour! 
He  calls  you  in  mercy — 'tis  infinite  favor; 
Your   sins    are    increasing  —  escape  to   the 

mountain, 
II : His  blood  can  remove  them,  it  flows  from 

the  fountain: li 


3  O  Jesus  !  ride  onward,  triumphantly  glorious. 
O'er  sin,  death  and  hell,  thou  art  more  than 

victorious  : 
Thy  name  is  the  theme  of  the  great  congre- 
gation, 
||:While  angels  and  men  raise  the  shout  of 
salvation.:  II 


32  PRAISE. 


4  With  joy  shall  we  stand,  when  escaped  to 

the  shore  ; 
With  harps  in  our  hands,  we  will  praise  him 

the  more ; 
We'll  range  the  sweet  plains  on  the  bank  of 

the  river, 
|l:And  sing  of  salvation  forever  and  ever!:|| 


43 


L.  M. 

Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 
And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise  ; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  thee, 
His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  free  ! 

2  He  saw  me  ruined  in  the  fall, 

Yet  loved  me,  notwithstanding  all ; 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate. 
His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  great ! 

3  Though  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along, — 

His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  strong  ! 

4  When  trouble,  like  a  g'oomy  cloud, 
Has  gathered  thick,  and  thundered  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood, 

His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  good  ! 


5  Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart 

Prone  from  my  Saviour  to  depart ; 
But,  though  I  oft  have  him  forgot. 
His  loving-kindness  changes  not. 


PRAYER.  35 


44 


jo's,  12' s  &*  id's. 
Hymnal  527.      Tune — Niccea. 
Holy,  holy,  holy.  Lord  God  Almighty ! 

Early  in  the   morning   our  song    shall 
rise  to  thee  ; 
Holy,  holy,  holy,  merciful  and  mighty, 
God  in  three  persons,  blessed  Trinity ! 

2  Holy,  holy,  holy  !  all  the  saints  adore  thee, 

Casting  down  their  golden  crowns  around 

the  glassy  sea ; 
Cherubim  and  seraphim  falling  down  before 

thee, 
Which  wert  and  art  and  evermore  shalt 

be. 

3  Holy,  holy,  holy  !  though  the  darkness  hide 

thee, 
Though  the  eye  of  sinful  man  thy  glory 
may  not  see ; 
Only  thou  art  holy  ;  there  is  none  beside  thee, 
Perfect  in  power,  in  love  and  purity. 

4  Holy,  holy,  holy  !  Lord  God  Almighty ! 

All  thy  works  shall  praise  thy  name,  in 
earth  and  sky  and  sea  ;  • 

Holy,  holy,  holy!  merciful  and  mighty, 
God  in  three  persons,  blessed  Trinity  ! 


45 


Music — Book  of  Worship.     C,  P.  M. 
Lo  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas  I  stand  ; 

Yet  how  insensible  ! 


34  PRAYER. 


A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space, 
Removes  me  to  yon  heavenly  place, 
Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell. 

O  God !  my  inmost  soul  convert, 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart 

Eternal  things  impress  ; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight. 
And  save  me  ere  it  be  too  late  ; 

Wake  me  to  righteousness. 

Before  me  place,  in  bright  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day 

When  thou  with  clouds  shalt  come 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar  ; 
And  tell  me,  Lord  !  shall  I  be  there 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 


Be  this  my  one  great  business  here — 
With  holy  trembling,  holy  fear, 

To  make  my  calling  sure. 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfill, 
And  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will. 

And  to  the  end  endure. 


46 


Tune — Balerma,  C.  M. 

Oh  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 
A  heart  from  sin  set  free  ; — 

A  heart  that  always  feels  thy  blood, 
So  freely  shed  for  me  ; 


PRAYER.  35 


2  A  heart  resigned,  submissive,  meek, 
My  great  Redeemer's  throne, 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone  ! 


3  Oh  for  a  lowly,  contrite  heart. 
Believing,  true  and  clean  ; 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part. 
From  him  that  dwells  within  : 


4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renewed, 
And  full  of  love  divine, 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 
A  copy.  Lord,  of  thine  ! 


47 


8's,  fs  &>  4's. 

Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah  ! 

Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land  ; 
I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty, 

Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand : 
Bread  of  heaven,    - 

Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 


2  Open  now  the  crystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow 
Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through  ; 

Strong  deliverer. 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 


36 


3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 
Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside  ; 
Death  of  death,  and  hell's  destruction 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side : 

Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 


48 


CM. 


Father,  what'er  of  earthly  bliss 
Thy  sovereign  will  denies, 

Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  grace 
Let  this  petition  rise  : — 

2  Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 

From  every  murmur  free  ; 

The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart. 

And  make  me  live  to  thee. 

3  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  thou  art  mine 

My  life  and  death  attend ; 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 
And  crown  my  journey's  end. 


49 


Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee  ; 

Let  the  water  and  the  blood 

From  thy  wounded  side  which  flowed. 

Be  of  sin  the  double  cure, — 

Cleanse  me  from  its  guilt  and  power. 


7s. 


PRAYER.  37 


Not  the  labor  of  my  hands 
Can  fulfill  the  law's  demands  ; 
Could  my  zeal  no  respite  know 
Could  my  tears  forever  flow, 
All  for  sin  could  not  atone, — 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone. 


Nothing  in  my  hand  I  bring  ; 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling ; 
Naked,  come  to  thee  for  dress. 
Helpless,  look  to  thee  for  grace, — 
Vile,  I  to  the  fountain  fly. 
Wash  me.  Saviour,  or  I  die. 


While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath. 
When  my  heart-strings  break  in  death, 
When  I  soar  to  worlds  unknown. 
See  thee  on  thy  judgment-throne, — 
Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 


50 


rs. 


Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  billows  near  me  roll. 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour  !  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past, 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide ; 

Oh,  receive  my  soul  at  last ! 


38  PRAYER. 


Other  refuge  have  I  none, 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee 
Leave,  ah !  leave  me  not  alone. 

Still  support  and  comfort  me  ; 
All  my  trust  011  thee  is  stayed, 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring  ; 
Cover  my  defenseless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  pardon  all  my  sin  ; 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound, 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within  : 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art. 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee ; 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart, — 

Rise  to  all  eternity. 


51 


Music — Children' s  Praise,  fs. 

Gentle  Jesus,  meek  and  mild, 
Look  upon  a  little  child  ; 
Pity  my  simplicity, 
Suffer  me  to  come  to  thee. 

2  Fain  I  would  to  thee  be  brought ; 
Gracious  God,  forbid  it  not ; 
Give  me,  O  my  God,  a  place 

In  the  kingdom  of  thy  grace  ! 

3  Put  thy  hands  upon  my  head. 
Let  me  in  thine  arms  be  stayed  ; 
Let  me  lean  upon  thy  breast, 
Lull  me  there,  O  Lord,  to  rest.   ^ 


PRAYER,  39 


4  Fain  I  would  be  as  thou  art ; 
Give  me  thy  obedient  heart ; 
Thou  art  pitiful  and  kind  ; 
Let  me  have  thy  loving  mind. 

5  Help  me,  Saviour,  to  fulfill, 
God  my  heavenly  Father's  will 
Never  his  good  Spirit  grieve, 
Only  to  his  glory  live. 


52 


Music — S.  S.  Hymjis.        S's  Sr^  fs. 
Jesus,  tender  shepherd,  hear  me  ; 

Bless  thy  little  lamb  to-night  ; 
Through  the  darkness  be  thou  near  me. 

Keep  me  safe  till  morning  light. 

2  Through  the  day  thy  hand  has  led  me, 

And  I  thank  thee  for  thy  care  ; 
Thou  hast  warmed  me,  clothed  and  fed  me ; 
Listen  to  my  evening  prayer. 

3  Let  my  sins  be  all  forgiven — 

Bless  the  friends  I  love  so  well  ; 
Take  me,  when  I  die,  to  heaven, 
Happy  there  with  thee  to  dwell. 


53 


Jesus,  cast  a  look  on  me. 
Give  me  true  simplicity  ; 
Make  me  poor,  and  keep  me  low. 
Seeking  only  thee  to  know. 


rs. 


4©  PRAYER. 


2  All  that  feeds  my  busy  pride, 
Cast  it  evermore  aside  ; 

Bid  my  will  to  thine  submit, 
Lay  me  humbly  at  thy  feet. 

3  Make  me  like  a  little  child. 
Simple,  teachable  and  mild  ; 
Seeing  only  in  thy  light, 
Walking  only  in  thy  might. 

4  Leaning  on  thy  loving  breast. 
Where  a  weary  soul  may  rest ; 
Feeling  well  the  peace  of  God 
Flowing  from  thy  precious  blood. 


54 


Music — Happy  Voices. 
Saviour,  listen  to  our  prayer, 
Poor  and  sinful  though  we  are  ; 

Guilt-confessing, 

Give  thy  blessing, 
Grant  us  thy  loving  care. 

Chorus. 
O  God  our  Father,  Christ  our  King, 
Now  to  thee  our  hearts  we  bring  ; 

Keep  them  ever. 

Blessed  Saviour, 
Till  in  heaven  thy  love  we  sing. 

2  Strength  is  thine ;  we  often  stray 
From  thy  pure  and  holy  way  ; 

Wilt  thou  guide  us, 

Walk  beside  us, 
Nearer  every  day  ? — Cho. 


PRAYER.  41 


Then  may  we,  when  life  is  o'er, 
Stand  with  thee  on  yonder  shore  : 

Freed  from  sinning, 

Heaven  winning. 
Praising  evermore. — Cho. 


55 


CM, 


Dear  Saviour,  ever  at  my  side, 

How  loving  thou  must  be, 
To  leave  thy  home  in  heaven  to  guard 

A  little  child  like  me  ! 
Thy  beautiful  and  shining  face 

I  see  not,  though  so  near ; 
The  sweetness  of  thy  soft,  low  voice 

I  am  too  deaf  to  hear. 

I  cannot  feel  thee  touch  my  hand 

With  pressure  light  and  mild, 
To  check  me,  as  my  mother  did 

When  I  was  but  a  child  ; 
But  I  have  felt  thee  in  my  thoughts 

Fighting  with  sin  for  me  ; 
And  when  my  heart  loves  God,  I  know 

The  sweetness  is  from  thee. 

And  when,  dear  Saviour,  I  kneel  down 

Morning  and  night  to  prayer, 
Something  there  is  within  my  heart 

Which  tells  me  thou  art  there  : 
Yes, — when  I  pray,  thou  prayest  too, 

Thy  prayer  is  then  for  me  ; 
And  when  I  sleep,  thou,  sleeping  not, 

Dost  watch  me  lovingly. 


42  PRAYER. 


56 


8's,  /s  &^  4's. 
Saviour,  like  a  shepherd  lead  us, 

Much  we  need  thy  tenderest  care ; 
In  thy  pleasant  pastures  feed  us, 
,  For  our  use  thy  folds  prepare  : 

Blessed  Jesus, 
Thou  hast  bought  us,  thine  we  are. 

2  We  are  thine,  do  thou  befriend  us, 

Be  the  guardian  of  our  way : 
Keep  thy  flock,  from  sin  defend  us, 
Seek  us  when  we  go  astray  : 

Blessed  Jesus, 
Hear  thy  children  when  they  pray. 

3  Thou  hast  promised  to  receive  us, 

Poor  and  sinful  though  we  be ; 
Thou  hast  mercy  to  relieve  us, 

Grace  to  cleanse,  and  power  to  free : 

Blessed  Jesus, 
Let  us  ever  turn  to  thee. 

4  Ever  let  us  seek  thy  favor, 

Ever  let  us  do  thy  will ; 
Blessed  Lord  and  only  Saviour, 
With  thy  love  our  bosoms  fill : 

Blessed  Jesus, 
Thou  hast  loved  us,  love  us  still. 


57 


Music — Book  of  Worship.     8" s  &»  fs. 
Saviour,  source  of  every  blessing, 
Tune  my  heart  to  grateful  lays  ; 


PRAYER.  43 


Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 

Call  for  ceaseless  songs  of  praise. 

2  Teach  me  some  melodious  measure, 

Sung  by  raptured  saints  above  ; 
Fill  my  soul  with  sacred  pleasure, 
While  I  sing  redeeming  love. 

3  Thou  didst  seek  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
Thou,  to  save  my  soul  from  danger, 
Didst  redeem  me  with  thy  blood. 

4  By  thy  hand  restored,  defended. 

Safe  through  life,  thus  far,  I'm  come 
And,  O  Lord!  when  life  is  ended. 
Bring  me  to  my  heavenly  home. 


58 


H.M, 
Come,  my  Redeemer,  come, 

And  deign  to  dwell  with  me  ; 
Come,  and  thy  right  assume. 

And  bid  thy  rivals  flee  : 
Come,  my  Redeemer,  quickly  come, 
And  make  my  heart  thy  lasting  home. 

Rule  thou  in  every  thought 

And  passion  of  my  soul. 
Till  all  my  powers  are  brought 

Beneath  thy  full  control ; 
Come,  my  Redeemer,  quickly  come. 
And  make  my  heart  thy  lasting  home. 


44  PRAYER. 


3  Then  shall  my  days  be  thine, 
And  all  my  heart  be  love, 
And  joy  and  peace  be  mine, 

Such  as  are  known  above  : 
Come,  my  Redeemer,  quickly  come. 
And  make  my  heart  thy  lasting  home. 


59 


C.  M. 
Jesus,  my  Saviour,  bind  me  fast 

In  cords  of  heavenly  love  ; 
Then  sweetly  draw  me  to  thy  breast, 

Nor  let  me  thence  remove. 

2  Drav/  me  from  all  created  good; 

From  self,  the  world  and  sin. 
To  the  dear  fountain  of  thy  blood. 
And  make  me  pure  within. 

3  Oh,  lead  me  to  thy  mercy-seat ! 

Attract  me  nearer  still ; 
Draw  me,  like  Mary,  to  thy  feet. 
To  sit  and  learn  thy  will. 

4  Oh,  draw  me  by  thy  providence, 

Thy  Spirit  and  thy  word, 
From  all  the  things  of  time  and  sense, 
To  thee,  my  gracious  Lord  ! 


60 


CM. 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers. 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 

In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 


PRAYER.  45 


2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  trifling  toys  ; 
Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise  ; 
rtosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord,  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate. 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee. 
And  thine  to  us  so  great  ? 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  dove. 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers, 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love. 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 


61 


7s, 

Gracious  Spirit,  love  divine, 
Let  thy  light  within  me  shine  ; 
All  my  guilty  fears  remove, 
Fill  me  full  of  heaven  and  lave. 

Speak  thy  pardoning  grace  to  me 
Set  the  burdened  sinner  free  ; 
Lead  me  to  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Wash  me  in  his  precious  blood. 

Life  and  peace  to  me  impart, 
Seal  salvation  on  my  heart ; 
Breathe  thyself  into  my  breast, 
Earnest  of  immortal  rest. 


46  PRAYER. 


4  Let  me  never  from  thee  stray, 
Keep  me  in  the  narrow  way ; 
Fill  my  soul  with  joy  divine, 
Keep  me,  Lord,  forever  thine. 


62 


S,M. 


Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come. 

Let  thy  bright  beams  arise  ; 

Dispel  the  darkness  from  our  minds, 
And  open  thou  our  eyes. 

2  Revive  our  drooping  faith, 

Our  doubts  and  fears  remove, 
And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 

3  'Tis  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart. 

To  sanctify  the  soul, 
To  pour  fresh  life  on  every  part, 
And  new  create  the  whole. 

4  Dwell,  therefore,  in  our  hearts, 

Our  minds  from  bondage  free ; 
Then  shall  we  know,  and  praise,  and  love 
The  Father,  Son  and  thee. 


63 


L.M. 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  calm  my  mind. 

And  fit  me  to  approach  my  God ; 
Remove  each  vain,  each  worldly  thought, 

And  lead  me  to  thy  blest  abode. 


PRAYER.  47 


2  Hast  thou  imparted  to  my  soul 

A  living  spark  of  holy  fire  ? 
Oh !  kindle  now  the  sacred  flame, 

Make  me  to  burn  with  pure  desire. 

3  A  brighter  faith  and  hope  impart, 

And  let  me  now  my  Saviour  see  ; 
Oh  !  soothe  and  cheer  my  burdened  heart, 
And  bid  my  spirit  rest  in  thee. 


64 


Holy  Ghost,  with  light  divine 
Shine  upon  this  heart  of  mine ; 
Chase  the  shades  of  night  away, 
Turn  my  darkness  into  day. 

2  Holy  Ghost,  with  power  divine 
Cleanse  this  guilty  heart  of  mine  ; 
Long  hath  sin,  without  control. 
Held  dominion  o'er  my  soul. 

3  Holy  Ghost,  with  joy  divine  ' 
Cheer  this  saddened  heart  of  mine  : 
Bid  my  many  woes  depart. 

Heal  my  wounded,  bleeding  heart. 

4  Holy  Spirit,  all  divine, 

Dwell  within  this  heart  of  mine  ; 
Cast  down  every  idol  throne. 
Reign  supreme,  and  reign  alone. 


7s, 


48  PRAYER. 


65 


Music — Songs  of  Devotio7t.     S's&'j's.      j 
Pass  me  not,  O  gentle  Saviour  !  1 

Hear  my  humble  cry, 
While  on  others  thou  art  smiling, 

Do  not  pass  me  by. 

2  Let  me  at  a  throne  of  mercy 

Find  a  sweet  relief; 
Kneeling  there  in  deep  contrition, 
Help  my  unbelief. 

3  Thou  the  spring  of  all  my  comfort, 

More  than  life  to  me, 
Whom  have  I  on  earth  beside  thee, 
Whom  in  heaven  but  thee  ? 


66 


C.Af. 
Dear  Shepherd  of  thy  people,  here 

Thy  presence  now  display ; 
As  thou  hast  given  a  place  for  prayer, 

So  give  us  hearts  to  pray. 

2  Within  these  v/alls  let  holy  peace 

And  love  and  concord  dwell ; 
Here  give  the  troubled  conscience  ease. 
The  wounded  spirit  heal. 

3  The  feeling  heart,  the  melting  eye, 

The  humbled  mind  bestow, 
And  shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
To  make  our  graces  grow. 


PRAYER.  49 


4  May  we  in  faith  receive  thy  word, 
In  faith  present  our  prayers, 
And  in  the  presence  of  our  Lord 
Unbosom  all  our  cares. 


67 


S.M. 


Jesus,  who  knows  full  well 
The  heart  of  every  saint, 

Invites  us  all  our  griefs  to  tell, 
To  pray  and  never  faint. 

2  He  bows  his  gracious  ear. 

We  never  plead  in  vain  : 
Yet  we  must  wait  till  he  appear, 
And  pray,  and  pray  again. 

3  Though  unbelief  suggest, 

Why  should  we  longer  wait  ? 
He  bids  us  never  give  him  rest. 
But  be  importunate. 

4  Jesus  the  Lord  will  hear 

His  chosen,  when  they  cry  ; 
Yes,  though  he  may  awhile  forbear, 
He'll  help  them  from  on  high. 


68 


Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer  ; 
He  himself  has  bid  me  pray, 
Therefore  will  not  say  me  nay. 


fs. 


50  PRAYER. 


2  Lord,  I  come  to  thee  for  rest, 
Take  possession  of  my  breast ; 
Let  thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 

3  While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here, 
Let  thy  love  my  spirit  cheer  ; 

As  my  guide,  my  guard,  my  friend, 
Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 

4  Show  me  what  I  have  to  do. 
Every  hour  my  strength  renew  ; 
Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith. 

Let  me  die  thy  people's  death. 


69 


Music — Book  of  Praise.  C.  M. 

Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat. 
Where  Jesus  answers  prayer  ; 

There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet. 
For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea. 
With  this  I  venture  nigh  ; 
Thou  callest  hardened  souls  to  thee, 
And  such,  O  Lord,  am  L 


3  Bowed  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 
By  Satan  sorely  pressed. 
By  war  without  and  fears  within, 
I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 


PRAYER.  51 


4  Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding-place, 

That,  sheltered  near  thy  side, 
I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 
And  tell  him  thou  hast  died. 

5  O  wondrous  love  !  to  bleed  and  die, 

To  bear  the  cross  and  shame. 
That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 

Might  plead  thy  gracious  name. 


70 


Music — Golden  Chain.  CM. 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 

Uttered  or  unexpressed ; 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 

That  trembles  in  the  breast. 


2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh. 

The  falling  of  a  tear, 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  infant  lips  can  try  ; 
Prayer  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  Majesty  on  high. 

4  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  air  ; 
His  watchword  at  the  gates  of  death  ; 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 


52  PRAYER. 


5  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 

Returning  from  his  ways  ; 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  cry,  "  Behold,  he  prays." 

6  O  thou  by  whom  we  come  to  God, 

The  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way, 
The  path  of  prayer  thyself  hast  trod  ; 
Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray. 


71 


Music— Golae7i  Censer.         8'j  6>»  fs. 
Lord,  I  hear  of  showers  of  blessings 

Thou  art  scattering  full  and  free  ; 
Showers  the  thirsty  land  refreshing  ; 

Let  some  droppings  fall  on  me. 

Chorus. 
Even  me,  even  me, 
Let  some  droppings  fall  on  me. 

2  Pass  me  not,  O  God  my  father. 

Sinful  though  my  heart  may  be  ; 
Thou  mightst  leave  me,  but  the  rather 
Let  thy  mercy  fall  on  me. — Cho. 

3  Pass  me  not,  O  gracious  Saviour, 

Let  me  live  and  cling  to  thee: 
Fain  I'm  longing  for  thy  favor  ; 

Whilst  thou'rt  calling,  call  for  me. 

Cho. 


PRAYER.  53 

4  Pass  me  not,  O  mighty  Spirit, 

Thou  canst  make  the  blind  to  see  : 
Witnesses  of  Jesus'  merit, 

Speak  the  word  of  power  to  me. — Cho. 

5  Love  of  God,  so  pure  and  changeless  : 

Blood  of  Christ,  so  rich  and  free: 
Grace  of  God,  so  rich  and  boundless, 
Magnify  it  all  in  me. — Cho. 

6  Pass  me  not,  thy  lost  one  bringing; 

Bind  my  heart,  O  Lord,  to  thee ; 
Whilst  the  streams  of  life  are  springing. 
Blessing  others,  oh  !  bless  me. — Cho. 


72 


Music — Golden  Chain.  8's. 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer,  sweet  hour  of  prayer, 
That  calls  me  from  a  world  of  care, 
And  bids  me  at  my  Father's  throne 
Make  all  my  wants  and  washes  known  : 
In  seasons  of  distress  and  grief 
My  soul  has  often  found  relief. 
And  oft  escaped  the  tempter's  snare, 
By  thy  return,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer,  sweet  hour  of  prayer, 

Thy  wings  shall  my  petition  bear 

To  him  whose  truth  and  faithfulness 

Engage  the  waiting  soul  to  bless  : 

And  since  he  bids  me  seek  his  face. 

Believe  his  word,  and  trust  his  grace, 

I'll  cast  on  him  my  every  care. 

And  wait  for  thee,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 


54  PRAYER. 


3  Sweet  hour  of  prayer,  sweet  hour  of  prayer, 
May  I  thy  consolation  share  ; 
Till,  from  Mount  Pisgah's  lofty  height, 

1  view  my  home,  and  take  my  flight : 
This  robe  of  flesh  I'll  drop,  and  rise 
To  seize  the  everlasting  prize  ; 

And  shout,  while  passing  through  the  air, 
Farewell,  farewell,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 

■  3  c.M. 

Dear  refuge  of  my  weary  soul, 
On  thee,  when  sorrov/s  rise, 

On  thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll. 
My  fainting  hope  relies. 

2  To  thee  I  tell  each  rising  grief. 

For  thou  alone  canst  heal ; 
Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief 
For  every  pain  I  feel. 

3  But  oh,  when  gloomy  doubts  prevail, 

I  fear  to  call  thee  mine  ; 
The  springs  of  comfort  seem  to  fail. 
And  all  my  hopes  decline. 

4  Yet,  gracious  God,  wJtiere  shall  1  flee  ? 

Thou  art  my  only  trust, — ■ 
And  still  my  soul  would  cleave  to  thee, 
Though  prostrate  in  the  dust. 

5  Thy  mercy-seat  is  open  still, 

Here  let  my  soul  retreat ; 

With  humble  hope  attend  thy  will, 

And  wait  beneath  thy  feet. 


I 


PRAYER.  55 


74 


75 


Music — S.  S.  Banner.       6's  6-»  4  s. 
Lord,  at  thy  mercy-seat, 

Humbly  I  fall, 
Pleading  thy  promise  sweet, 

Lord,  hear  my  call ; 
Now  let  thy  work  begin, 
Oh,  make  me  pure  within, 
Cleanse  me  from  every  sin, 

Jesus,  my  all. 

Tears  of  repentant  grief 

Silently  fall, 
Help  thou  my  unbelief. 

Hear  thou  my  call. 
Oh,  how  I  pine  for  thee ! 
'Tis  all  my  hope,  my  plea, 
Jesus  has  died  for  me, 

Jesus,  my  all. 

Hark !  hov/  the  words  of  love 

Tenderly  fall. 
Ere  to  the  realms  above, 

Heard  is  my  call. 
Now  every  doubt  has  flown, 
Broken  my  heart  of  stone  •, 
Lord,  I  am  thine  alone, 

Jesus,  my  all. 


Music — Songs  of  Devotion, 
Jesus,  keep  me  near  the  cross. 

There  a  precious  fountain. 
Free  to  all,  a  healing  stream, 

Flows  from  Calvary's  mountain. 


56  PRAYER. 


Chorus. 

In  the  cross,  in  the  cross 

Be  my  glory  ever, 
Till  my  raptured  soul  shall  find 

Rest  beyond  the  river. 

2  Near  the  cross,  a  trembling  soul, 
Love  and  mercy  found  me  ; 
There  the  bright  and  morning  star 

Shed  its  beams  around  me. — Cho. 


3  Near  the  cross  !  O  Lamb  of  God, 
Bring  its  scenes  before  me  ; 
Help  me  walk  from  day  to  day 

With  its  shadow  o'er  me. — Cho. 


4  Near  the  cross  I'll  watch  and  wait. 
Hoping,  trusting  ever, 
Till  I  reach  the  golden  strand 
Just  beyond  the  river. — Cho. 


76 


Music — Songs  of  Devotion. 

More  love  to  thee,  O  Christ ! 

More  love  to  thee  : 
Hear  thou  the  prayer  I  make 

On  bended  knee ; 
This  is  my  earnest  plea  : 
More  love,  O  Christ !  to  thee, 

More  love  to  thee. 


PRAYER.  57 

2  Once  earthly  joy  1  craved, 

Sought  peace  and  rest : 
Now  thee  alone  I  seek, 

Give  what  is  best ; 
This  all  my  prayer  shall  be, 
More  love,  O  Christ !  to  the^, 

More  love  to  thee. 

3  Let  sorrow  do  its  work. 

Send  grief  and  pain  ; 
Sweet  are  thy  messengers, 

Sweet  their  refrain 
When  they  can  sing  with  me. 
More  love,  O  Christ !  to  thee. 

More  love  to  thee. 

4  Then  shall  my  latest  breath 

Whisper  thy  praise; 
This  be  the  partmg  cry, 

My  heart  shall  raise. 
This  still  its  prayer  shall  be : 
More  love,  O  Christ,  to  thee, 

More  love  to  thee ! 


77 


Music — Book  of  Worship. 

Bread  of  heaven,  on  thee  I  feed, 
For  thy  flesh  is  meat  indeed; 
Ever  may  my  soul  be  fed 
With  this  true  and  living  Bread  ; 
Day  by  day  with  strength  supplied, 
Through  the  life  of  him  who  died. 


58  PRAYER. 


Vine  of  heaven  !  thy  blood  supplies 
This  blest  cup  of  sacrifice  ; 
'Tis  thy  wounds  my  healing  give, 
To  thy  cross  I  look,  and  live. 
Thou,  my  Life  !  oh,  let  me  be 
Rooted,  grafted,  built  on  thee  ! 


78 


79 


Music — Book  of  Praise.      8's  &^  fs. 
Of  thy  love  some  gracious  token 

Grant  us,  Lord,  before  we  go  ; 
Bless  thy  word  which  has  been  spoken. 

Life  and  peace  on  all  bestow  ! 
When  we  join  the  world  again, 
Let  our  hearts  with  thee  remain  ; 
Oh,  direct  us 
And  protect  us. 
Till  we  gain  the  heavenly  shore 


Music — Book  of  Praise.  8's,  fs  &^  ^s 
Lead  us,  heavenly  Father,  lead  us, 

O'er  the  world's  tempestuous  sea  ; 
Guard  us,  guide  us,  keep  us,  feed  us. 
For  we  have  no  help  but  thee ; 
Yet  possessing 
Every  blessing, 
If  our  God  our  Father  be. 


2  Saviour,  breathe  forgiveness  o'er  us  ; 
All  our  weakness  thou  dost  know 
Thou  didst  tread  this  earth  before  us. 


PRAYER.  t;9 


Thou  didst  feel  its  keenest  woe  ; 
Lone  and  dreary, 
Faint  and  weary, 

Through  the  desert  thou  didst  go. 


80 


7s. 
Softly  now  the  light  of  day 

Fades  upon  my  sight  away  ; 
Free  from  care,  from  labor  free, 

Lord,  I  would  commune  with  thee  ; 
Thou,  whose  all-pervading  eye 

Naught  escapes  without,  within, 
Pardon  each  infirmity. 

Open  fault  and  secret  sin. 

Thou  who,  sinless,  yet  hast  known 

All  of  man's  infirmity. 
Now  from  thy  eternal  throne 

Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye. 
Soon,  for  me,  the  light  of  day 

Shall  forever  pass  away  ; 
Then,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 

Take  me,  Lord,  to  dwell  with  thee. 


81 


Music — Golden  Shower.  S.  M, 

The  day  is  past  and  gone, 

The  evening  shades  appear  ! 

Oh  !  may  we  all  remember  well 

The  night  of  death  draws  near. 


6o  PRAYER. 


2  We  lay  our  garments  by, 

Upon  our  beds  to  rest ; 
So  death  shall  soon  disrobe  us  all 
Of  what  we  here  possessed. 

3  Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  all  our  fears  ; 
May  angels  guard  us  while  we  sleep, 
Till  morning  light  appears. 


82 


Music — So7igs  of  Devotion. 
Jesus,  my  Saviour, 

Cleanse  me  from  sin  : 
Make  me  thy  temple  : 

Dwell  thou  therein ; 
Gentle  and  holy, 

Loving  and  mild. 
Make  me  to  worship 

Thee,  as  a  child. 

Chorus. 
Jesus,  thou  only 

Canst  comfort  me  when  lonely 
O  Jesus,  my  Saviour, 

Draw  near  unto  me ! 

2  Longing  for  something 

Earth  cannot  give ; 
Hoping  and  striving, 

Daily  I  live. 
But  in  thy  presence 

Conflict  must  cease ; 
Saviour,  dear  Saviour, 

Grant  me  thy  peace. — Cho. 


PRAYER.  6l 


Cleanse  me,  oh,  cleanse  me 

From  every  stain  ! 
Near  me,  oh,  near  me, 

Ever  remain ! 
Jesus,  my  Saviour, 

Never  depart ; 
Make  thy  pure  temple 

Here  in  my  heart ! — Cho. 


83 


Music — Sicilian  Hymn, 

Saviour !  visit  thy  plantation  ; 

Grant  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain  ; 
All  will  come  to  desolation, 

Unless  thou  return  again. 

2  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance  ; 

Shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
Lest,  for  want  of  thy  assistance, 

Every  plant  should  droop  and  die. 


3  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent, 

Make  us  prevalent  in  prayers  ; 
Let  each  one  esteemed  thy  servant. 
Shun  the  world's  enticing  snares. 

4  Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power  \ 

Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh, 
And  begin,  from  this  good  hour, 
To  revive  thy  work  afreshc 


PRAYER. 


84 


CM. 

Oh  that  I  knew  the  secret  place, 
^       Where  I  might  find  my  God! 
I'd  spread  my  wants  before  his  face, 
And  pour  my  woes  abroad. 

2  I'd  tell  him  how  my  sins  arise, 

What  sorrows  I  sustain, 
How  grace  decays,  and  comfort  dies, 
And  leaves  my  heart  in  pain. 

3  He  knows  what  arguments  I'd  take 

To  wrestle  with  my  God ; 
I'd  plead  for  his  own  mercy's  sake, 
And  for  my  Saviour's  blood. 

4  Arise,  my  soul,  from  deep  distress, 

And  banish  every  fear  ; 
He  calls  thee  to  his  throne  of  grace, 
To  spread  thy  sorrows  there. 


85 


Book  of  Worship.  C.  M. 

Oh  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  way 

To  keep  his  statutes  still ! 
Oh  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 

To  know  and  do  his  will  ! 

2  Oh,  send  thy  Spirit  down  to  write 
Thy  law  upon  my  heart ; 
Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit. 
Nor  act  the  liar's  part. 


PRAYER.  63 


3  From  vanity  turn  off  mine  eyes  ; 

Let  no  corrupt  design 
Nor  covetous  desire  arise 

Within  this  soul  of  mine. 

4  Order  my  footsteps  by  thy  word, 

And  make  my  heart  sincere  : 
Let  sin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
But  keep  my  conscience  clear. 

5  My  soul  hath  gone  too  far  astray, 

My  feet  too  often  slip  ; 
Yet,  since  I've  not  forgot  thy  way, 
Restore  thy  wandering  sheep. 

6  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands, 

'Tis  a  delightful  road  ; 
Nor  let  my  head,  or  heart,  or  hands 
Offend  against  my  God. 


86 


Music — Book  of  Worship.  C.  M. 

Calm  me,  my  God,  and  keep  me  calm : 

Let  thine  outstretched  wing 
Be  like  the  shade  of  Elim's  palm, 

Beside  her  desert  spring, 

2  Yes,  keep  me  calm,  though  loud  and  rude 
The  sounds  my  ear  that  greet — 
Calm  in  the  closet's  solitude. 

Calm  in  the  bustling  street, — 


64  PRAYER. 


3  Calm  in  the  hour  of  buoyant  health, 

Cahn  in  the  hour  of  pain  : 
Calm  in  my  poverty  or  wealth, 
Calm  in  my  loss  or  gain, — 

4  Calm  in  the  sufferance  of  wrong, 

Like  him  who  bore  my  shame  ; 
Calm  'mid  the  threatening,  taunting  throng. 
Who  hate  thy  holy  name. 

5  Calm  me,  my  God,  and  keep  me  calm, 

Soft  resting  on  thy  breast ; 
Soothe  me  with  holy  hymn  and  psalm, 
And  bid  my  spirit  ^est. 


87 


Father  of  mercies,  God  of  love, 
Send  down  thy  Spirit  from  above  ; 
Let  me  his  sacred  influence  feel, 
To  quicken,  purify  and  heal. 

2  He  is  the  source  of  every  grace, 
Of  light,  and  life,  and  holiness ; 
By  him  alone  may  I  be  taught, 

And  all  my  works  in  him  be  wrought. 

3  Oh,  let  thy  Holy  Spirit  come. 

And  make  my  heart  his  constant  home 
There  his  abundant  grace  display. 
And  lead  me  in  a  perfect  way 


PRAYER.     •  65 


88 


Music — Songs  of  Gladness. 
My  God  !  is  any  hour  so  sweet, 

From  blush  of  morn  to  evening  star, 
As  that  which  calls  me  to  thy  feet, — 

The  hour  of  prayer  ? 

2  Blest  be  the  tranquil  hour  of  morn. 

And  blest  the  hour  of  solemn  eve, 
When  on  the  wings  of  prayer  upborne, 
The  world  I  leave. 

3  For  then  a  day-spring  shines  on  me. 

Brighter  than  morn's  ethereal  glow ; 
And  richer  dews  descend  from  thee. 
Than  earth  can  know. 

4  Words  cannot  tell  what  blest  relief 

Here  for  my  every  want  I  find  ; 
What  strength  for  warfare,  balm  for  grief; 
What  peace  of  mind. 

5  Oh !  till  I  reach  yon  peaceful  shore. 

No  privilege  so  dear  shall  be, 
As  thus  my  inmost  soul  to  pour    ' 
In  prayer  to  thee. 


89 


Music — Oriola.  S.  M 

Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray. 

And  give  us  hearts  to  ask ; 
Or  all  we  think,  or  do,  or  say. 

Will  be  a  tiresome  task. 


66  PRAYER. 


2  Thy  Holy  Spirit  send, 

Our  bosoms  to  inspire  ; 
Then  shall  our  praise  to  thee  ascend 
With  pure  and  warm  desire. 

3  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 

Present  our  prayers  above  ; 
And  spread  abroad  o'er  all  thou  scest 
The  mantle  of  thy  love. 

4  Teach  us  to  find  our  bliss 

In  earnest,  fervent  prayer  ; 
For  where  we  pray  our  Saviour  is, 
And  bliss  is  only  there. 


90 


Music — Songs  of  Gladness.         C.  M. 

How  sweet  to  be  allowed  to  pray 

To  God,  the  holy  one  ; 
With  filial  love  and  trust  to  say, 

O  God,  thy  will  be  done ! 

2  We  in  these  sacred  words  can  find 

A  cure  for  every  ill  ; 
They  calm  and  soothe  the  troubled  mind. 
And  bid  all  care  be  still. 

3  Oh,  let  that  will  which  gave  me  breath 

And  an  immortal  soul. 

In  joy  or  grief,  in  life  or  death, 

My  every  wish  control. 


PRAYER.  (fj 


4  Oh,  teach  my  heart  the  blessed  way 
To  imitate  thy  Son  ! 
Teach  me,  O  God,  in  truth  to  pray, 
"  Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done." 


Heavenly  Father,  we  beseech  thee, 
Grant  thy  blessing  ere  we  part ; 

Take  us  in  thy  care  and  keeping, 
Guard  from  evil  every  heart. 

Chorus. 

Bless  the  words  we  here  have  spoken, 
Offered  prayer  and  cheerful  strain ; 

If  thy  will,  O  Lord,  we  pray  thee. 
Grant  we  all  may  meet  again. 

2  Loving  Saviour,  go  thou  with  us. 

Be  our  comfort  and  our  stay  ; 
Grateful  praise  to  thee  we  render, 

For  the  joy  we  feel  to-day. — Cho. 

3  Holy  Spirit,  dwell  within  us. 

May  our  souls  thy  temple  be. 
May  we  tread  the  path  to  glory, 

Led  and  guided  still  by  thee. — Cho. 

4  Heavenly  Father,  loving  Saviour, 

Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
As  among  thy  saints  and  angels. 

So  on  earth,  thy  will  be  done. — Cho. 


68  PRAYER. 


92 


Hyi7inaljij — Tu7ie,  Jewett.        6's. 
Thy  way,  not  mine,  O  Lord  ! 

However  dark  it  be  ; 
Lead  me  by  thine  own  hand  ; 

Choose  out  the  path  for  me. 
I  dare  not  choose  my  lot ; 

I  would  not  if  I  might , 
Choose  thou  for  me,  my  God ! 

So  shall  I  walk  aright. 

2  The  kingdom  that  I  seek 

Is  thine  ;  so  let  the  way 
That  leads  to  it  be  thine, 

Else  I  must  surely  stray. 
Take  thou  my  cup,  and  it 

With  joy  or  sorrow  fill, 
As  best  to  thee  may  seem  ; 

Choose  thou  my  good  and  ill. 

3  Choose  thou  for  me  my  friends, 

My  sickness  or  my  health  ; 
Choose  thou  my  cares  for  me, 

My  poverty  or  wealth. 
Not  mine,  not  mine  the  choice, 

In  things  or  great  or  small  ; 
Be  thou  my  guide,  my  strength, 

My  wisdom  and  my  all. 

Q  O  /s,  6's  &^  8's. 

^^  Hymnal  J  2g — Tune,  Penitence. 

Jesus  !  let  thy  pitying  eye 

Call  back  a  wandering  sheep  ; 


PRAYER.  69 


False  to  thee,  like  Peter.  I 

Would  fain  like  Peter  weep. 

Let  me  be  by  grace  restored  ; 

On  me  be  all  long-suffering  shown. 

Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord  ! 
And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

2  Saviour,  Prince  !  enthroned  above, 

Repentance  to  impart. 
Give  me,  through  thy  dying  love, 

The  humble,  contrite  heart ; 
Give  what  I  have  long  implored, 

A  portion  of  thy  grief  unknown  ; 
Turn  and  look  upon  me.  Lord  ! 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

3  See  me.  Saviour  !  from  above, 

Nor  suffer  me  to  die  ; 
Life  and  happiness  and  love 

Drop  from  thy  gracious  eye  ; 
Speak  the  reconciling  word. 

And  let  thy  mercy  melt  me  down. 
Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone  ! 


94 


Hymnal  461 —  Tune,  Spohr. 
Father  !  I  know  that  all  my  life 

Is  portioned  out  for  me  ; 
The  changes  that  will  surely  come 

I  do  not  fear  to  see  ; 
I  ask  thee  for  a  present  mind, 

Intent  on  pleasing  thee. 


JO  PRAYER. 


2  I  ask  thee  for  a  thoughtful  love, 

Through  constant  watching  wise, 
To  meet  the  glad  with  joyful  smiles. 

And  wipe  the  weeping  eyes  ; 
A  heart  at  leisure  from  itself 

To  soothe  and  sympathize. 

3  I  ask  thee  for  the  daily  strength 

To  none  that  ask  denied, 
A  mind  to  blend  with  outward  life 

While  keeping  at  thy  side, 
Content  to  fill  a  little  space, 

If  thou  be  glorified.  * 

4  And  if  some  things  I  do  not  ask 

Among  my  blessings  be, 
I'd  have  my  spirit  filled  the  more 

With  grateful  love  to  thee ; 
More  careful  not  to  serve  thee  much 

But  please  thee  perfectly. 


95 


L.M. 

Hymnal  8jj —  Tune,  Retreat. 
From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes. 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat ; 
*Tis  found  beneath  the  mercy-seat. 


2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads — 
A  place  than  all  besides  more  sweet ; 
It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy-seat. 


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3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend  ; 
Though  sundered  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 

4  There,  there  on  eagle  wings  we  soar, 
And  time  and  sense  seem  all  no  more, 
And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
And  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat, 

5  Oh,  let  my  hand  forget  her  skill. 
My  tongue  be  silent,  cold  and  still, 
This  bounding  heart  forget  to  beat, 
If  I  forget  the  mercy-seat ! 


96 


Music — Royal  Diadem. 
Lo  !  a  fountain  full  and  free, 

Overflowing  ever ; 
Fainting  heart,  it  is  for  thee, 

Overflowing  ever ; 
Gushing,  sparkling,  never  still. 

Taste  its  sweetness,  drink  thy  fill. 

Refrain. 
Overflowing,  overflowing  ever. 
Overflowing,  flowing  now  for  thee, 

2  List  the  murmur  that  it  speaks, 

Overflowing  ever ; 
On  the  soul  in  song  it  breaks, 

Overflowing  ever  ; 
Singing  soothing  souls  to  ease. 

Music  of  all  melodies. —  Ref. 


72  THANKSGIVING. 

3  Blessed  fount !  the  purest  known, 
Overflowing  ever  ; 
Stream  of  life  from  out  God's  throne, 

Overflowing  ever; 
Sacred  blood  for  sinners  spilt, 

This  can  cleanse  away  thy  guilt. 

Ref. 


97 


Music — Son^s  of  Grace  and  Glory, 
Shout  for'  joy  !    come  before  the  Lord  with 
singing  ; 
Young  and  old  wake  the  glad  refrain  ; 
Praise  Jehovah  !  to  him  your  tribute  bringing, 

Till  the  skies  echo  back  the  strain. 
Praise  the   Father  who  loves   his    children 
ever, 
Chant  his  goodness  in  cheerful  song  ; 
He  our  God  will  forsake  his  people  never ; 
Endless  praises  to  him  belong. 

Shout,  etc. 

Praise  the  Son,  who  has  brought  free  salva- 
tion. 
Pardon,    peace,    through    his    precious 
blood  ; 
Bringing  home  out  of  every  tribe  and  nation, 

Wandering  souls  to  the  fold  of  God. 
Holy  Spirit,  our  Comforter  in  sadness, 
Kindly  light  leading  pilgrims  on, 
Thee  we  praise  in  a  grateful  hymn  of  glad- 
ness 
With  the  Father  and  Holy  Son. 

Shout,  etc. 


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98 


C.  M, 

Whilst  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power ! 

Be  my  vain  wishes  stilled, 
And  may  this  consecrated  hour 

With  better  hopes  be  filled. 
Thy  love  the  power  of  thought  bestowed. 

To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar  : 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flowed, 

That  mercy  I  adore, 

2  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  1  see  ; 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  most  dear, 

Because  conferred  by  thee. 
In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days. 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 

Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

3  When  gladness  wings  the  favored  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill  ; 
Resigned  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower. 

My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 
My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear. 

The  gathering  storm  shall  see. 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear, — 

That  heart  will  rest  on  thee. 

99 

How  firm   a   foundation,   ye  saints   of  the 

Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word  ; 


74  THANKSGIVING. 

What  more  can  he  say  than  to  us  he  hath 

said, 
To  us  who  to  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled  ? 

2  When  through  fiery  trials  our  pathway  shall 

lie, 
Thy  grace,  all-sufficient,  shall  be  our  supply; 
The   flame   shall  not   hurt   us, — thine    only 

design 
Our  dross  to  consume,  and  our  gold  to  refine. 

3  E'en  down  to  old  age  all  thy   people  shall 

prove 
Thy  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love; 
And  then,  when  gray  hairs  shall  our  temples 

adorn, 
Like  lambs  we  shall  still  in  thy  bosom  be 

borne. 

4  The   soul    that    on    Jesus    hath  leaned  for 

repose, 
Thou  wilt  not,  thou  wilt  not  desert  to  its  foes  ; 
That  soul — though  all  hell  should  endeavor 

to  shake — 
Thou  wilt  not,  no  never,  no  never  forsake. 


J~^yj        Music — Golden  Chain.  S.  M. 

How  gentle  God's  commands  ! 

How  kind  his  precepts  are  ! 
Come,  cast  your  burdens  on  the  Lord, 

And  trust  his  constant  care. 


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2  His  bounty  will  provide, 

His  saints  securely  dwell ; 
That  hand  which  bears  creation  up, 
Shall  guard  his  children  well. 

3  Why  should  this  anxious  load 

Press  down  your  weary  mind  ? 
Oh,  seek  your  heavenly  Father's  throne, 
And  peace  and  comfort  find  1 

4  His  goodness  stands  approved, 

Unchanged  from  day  to  day  ; 
I'll  drop  my  burden  at  his  feet, 
And  bear  a  song  away. 


101 


C.  p.  M. 

Oh,  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth, 
Oh,  could  I  sound  the  glories  forth. 

Which  in  my  Saviour  shine  ; 
I'd  soar  and  touch  the  heavenly  strings. 
And  vie  with  Gabriel,  while  he  sings 

In  notes  almost  divine. 

2  I'd  sing  the  precious  blood  he  spilt, 
My  ransom  from  the  dreadful  guilt 

Of  sin  and  wrath  divine  ; 
I'd  sing  his  glorious  righteousness. 
In  which  all-perfect,  heavenly  dress 

My  soul  shall  ever  shine. 

3  I'd  sing  the  characters  he  bears, 
And  all  the  forms  of  love  he  wears. 

Exalted  on  his  throne  ; 


76  THANKSGIVING. 


In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 
I  would  to  everlasting  days 

Make  all  his  glories  known. 

Soon  the  delightful  day  will  come 
When  my  dear  Lord  will  call  me  home, 

And  I  shall  see  his  face  : 
Then  with  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 
A  blest  eternity  I'll  spend, 

Triumphant  in  his  grace. 


102 


CM. 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 

In  a  believer's  ear  ! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds. 

And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole. 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  Dear  Name,  the  rock  on  which  I  build, 

My  shield  and  hiding-place  ; 
My  never-failing  treasury  filled 

With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

4  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought ; 
But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
I'll  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 


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5  Till  then  I  would  thy  love  proclaim 
With  every  fleeting  breath  ; 
And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 


103 


CM. 


There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood, 
Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins, 

And  sinners  plunged  beneath  that  flood 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 
And  there  may  I,  though  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransomed  church  of  God 
Be  saved  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since  by  taith  1  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

5  Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save. 
When  this  poor  lisping,  stammering  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 


78  THANKSGIVING. 


i  U4:  Miisic—S.  S.  Bell. 

I  think  when  I  read  that  sweet  story  of  old, 

When  Jesus  was  here  among  men, 
How  he  called  little  children,  as  lambs  to  his 
fold, 
I  should  like  to  have  been  with  him  then. 

2  I  wish  that  his  hands  hid  been  placed  on  my 

head, 
That  his  arms  had  been  thrown  around 

me  ; 
That  I  might  have  seen  his  kind  look  when 

he  said, 
"  Let  the  little  ones  come  unto  me." 

3  Yet  still  to  his  footstool  in  prayer  I  may  go. 

And  ask  for  a  share  in  his  love  : 
And  if  I  thus  earnestly  seek  him  below, 
I  shall  see  him  and  hear  him  above — 

4  In  that  beautiful  place  he  has  gone  to  pre- 

pare 
For  all  who  are  washed  and  forgiven  ; 
And  many  dear  children  are  gathering  there, 
"  For  of  such  is  the  kingdom  of  heaven." 

105 

Christ  is  merciful  and  mild ; 
He  was  once  a  little  child  ; 
He  whom  heavenly  hosts  adore 
Lived  on  earth  amnno-  the  poor. 


THANKSGIVING.  79 


2  Much  I  wonder  when  I  see 
His  unbounded  love  to  me, 
How  he  laid  his  glory  by, 
When  for  me  he  stooped  to  die. 

3  He  the  sick  to  health  restored, 
To  the  poor  he  preached  the  word 
Even  children  had  a  share 

Of  his  love  and  tender  care. 

4  Every  bird  can  build  its  nest. 
Foxes  have  their  place  of  rest : 
He  by  whom  the  world  was  made 
Had  not  where  to  lay  his  head. 

5  He  who  is  the  Lord  most  high 
Then  was  poorer  far  than  I, 
That  I  might  hereafter  be 
Rich  to  all  eternity ! 


106 


8's  &'  fs. 
One  there  is  above  all  others 

Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend, 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 

Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end. 

2  Which  01  ail  our  triends,  to  save  us, 

Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood  ? 
But  this  Saviour  died  to  have  us 
Reconciled  in  him  to  God. 


8o  THANKSGIVING. 


3  When  he  lived  on  earth  abased, 

Friend  of  sinners  was  his  name  ? 
Now,  above  all  glory  raised, 
He  rejoices  in  the  same. 

4  Oh  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften, 

Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love  ; 
We,  alas  !  forget  too  often 

What  a  Friend  we  have  above. 


107 


CM. 
Jesus,  the  very  thought  of  thee 

With  gladness  fills  my  breast ; 
But  dearer  far  thy  face  to  see. 

And  in  thy  presence  rest. 

2  Nor  voice  can  sing,  nor  heart  can  frame, 

Nor  can  the  memory  find 
A  sweeter  sound  than  thy  blest  name, 
O  Saviour  of  mankind  ! 

3  O  hope  of  every  contrite  heart, 

O  joy  of  all  the  meek  ! 
To  those  who  fall,  how  kind  thou  art, 
How  good  to  those  who  seek  ! 

4  And  those  who  find  thee,  find  a  bliss 

Nor  tongue  nor  pen  can  show  ; 
The  love  of  Jesus, — what  it  is 

None  but  his  loved  ones  know. 


THANKSGIVING  8 1 


108 


CM. 

See  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand 

With  all-eng-aging  charms  ! 
Hark,  how  he  calls  the  tender  lambs, 

And  folds  them  in  his  arms  ! 

2  "  Permit  them  to  approach,"  he  cries, 

"  Nor  scorn  their  humble  name. 
For  'twas  to  bless  such  souls  as  these 
The  Lord  of  angels  came." 

3  We  bring  them,  Lord,  in  thankful  hands, 

And  yield  them  up  to  thee  ; 

Joyful  that  we  ourselves  are  thine, — 

Thine  let  our  offspring  be. 


109 


Music — Book  of  Worship.  8's  &*  6's. 
When,  his  salvation  bringing, 

To  Zion  Jesus  came. 
The  children  all  stood  singing 

Hosannas  to  his  name. 
Nor  did  their  zeal  offend  him. 

For  as  he  rode  along. 
He  let  them  still  attend  him, 

And  smiled  to  hear  their  song. 

And  since  the  Lord  retaineth 
His  love  for  children  still ; 

Though  now  as  King  he  reigneth 
On  Zion's  heavenly  hill, 


-82  THANKSGIVING. 


We'll  flock  around  his  banner, 
Who  sits  upon  the  throne ; 

And  cry  aloud  "  Hosanna 
To  David's  royal  Son  !" 

For  should  we  fail  proclaiming 

Our  great  Redeemer's  praise ; 
The  stones,  our  silence  shaming. 

Might  well  hosannas  raise. 
But  shall  we  only  render 

The  tribute  of  our  words  ? 
No  !  while  our  hearts  are  tender, 

They,  too,  shall  be  the  Lord's. 


110 


Music — Musical  Leaves.    8's  <Sn>  fs. 
God  has  said,  "  Forever  blessed 

Those  who  seek  me  in  their  youth, 
They  shall  find  the  path  of  wisdom. 

And  the  narrow  way  of  truth." 
Guide  us,  Saviour,  guide  us.  Saviour, 

In  the  narrow  way  of  truth  ; 
Guide  us,  Saviour,  guide  us,  Saviour, 

In  the  narrow  way  of  truth. 

Be  our  strength,  for  we  are  weakness  : 

Be  our  wisdom  and  our  guide  ; 
May  we  walk  in  love  and  meekness. 

Nearer  to  our  Saviour's  side. 
Naught  can  harm  us,  naught  can  harm  us. 

While  v/e  thus  in  thee  abide  ; 
Naught  can  harm  us,  naught  can  harm  us, 

While  we  thus  in  thee  abide. 


THANKSGIVING.  83 

3  Thus  when  evening  shades  shall  gather, 

We  may  turn  our  tearless  eye 
To  the  dwelling  of  our  Father, 

To  our  home  beyond  the  sky  ; 
Gently  passing,  gently  passing 

To  the  happy  land  on  high, 
Gently  passing,  gently  passing 

To  the  happy  land  on  high. 


Ill 


Miisic — Musical  Leaves,        ii's. 

*Twas  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  who  died  on  the 

tree, 
To  open  a  fountain  for  sinners  like  me  ; 
His   blood    is    that   fountain  which   pardon 

bestows, 
And  cleanses  the  foulest  wherever  it  flows. 


Chorus. 

For   the    Lion    of  Judah  shall  break  every 

chain. 
And  give  us  the  victory  again  and  again. 

2  And  when  I  was  willing  with  all  things  to 
part. 

He  gave  me  my  bounty,  his  love  in  my 
heart ; 

So  now  I  am  joined  with  the  conquering 
band 

Who  are  marching  to  glory  at  Jesus'  com- 
mand.— Cho. 


84  THANKSGIVING. 

3  Though  round  me  the   storms  of  adversity 

roll. 
And  the  waves  of  destruction  encompass  my 

soul, 
In  vain  this  frail  vessel  the  tempest  shall  toss, 
My  hopes  rest  secure  on  the   blood  of  the 

cross. — Cho. 

4  And  when  the  last  trumpet  of  judgment  shall 

sound, 
And  wake  all  the  nations  that  sleep  in  the 

ground, 
Then,    when    heaven    and     earth    shall    be 

melted  away, 
I'll  sing  of  the  blood  of  the  cross  in  that  day. 

—Cho. 


112 


Mtisic — Fresh  Laurels.     8' s  &■»  fs. 
Jesus  is  our  loving  Saviour, 

He,  our  best,  our  constant  friend ; 
In  his  service  life  is  pleasure, 
For  he  loveth  to  the  end. 

Loving  Saviour, 
Here  we  at  thy  footstool  bend. 

2  Jesus  is  the  children's  Saviour  ! 

'Twas  for  them  he  shed  his  blood ; 
Died,  that  poor  and  needy  sinners 
Might  be  reconciled  to  God. 

Dying  Saviour  ! 
Bearing  thus  our  sinful  load. 


THANKSGIVING.  85 

3  Jesus  is  the  children's  Saviour! 

"  Suffer  them,"  he  says,  "  to  come  ;" 
If  they  seek  his  face  and  favor. 

They  shall  share  his  heavenly  home. 

Risen  Saviour  ! 
Never  more  from  thee  to  roam. 

4  Loving,  suffering,  dying  Saviour  ! 

Risen,  glorious  on  thy  throne, 
Haste  the  day  when  every  idol 
Shall  by  truth  be  overthrown, 

And  the  kingdoms 
Of  the  earth  to  thee  belong. 


113 


Music — Songs  of  Devotion.  8's  6^  fs. 

Ever  near  us,  ever  near  us, 

Bending  o'er  us  as  we  pray, 

With  his  loving  presence  Jesus 

Cheers  us  on  our  homeward  way. 

Chorus. 

Ever  near,,  ever  near, 

Watching  o'er  us  day  "by  day, 
Ever  near,  ever  near. 

As  we  tread  our  homeward  way. 

2  Ever  near  us,  ever  near  us, 
In  our  bitter  loneliness, 
Sweetly  comes  this  gentle  Jesus, 
Blessing  us  in  tenderness. 


86  THANKSGIVING. 


3  Ever  near  us,  ever  near  us, 

When  the  loves  of  life  depart, 
Gently  healing  comes  this  Jesus, 
Binding  up  the  wounded  heart. 

4  Ever  near  us,  ever  near  us, 

As  we  cross  the  swelling  tide. 
Through  the  storm  our  life-boat  Jesus 
Bears  us  to  the  other  side. 

114- 

■^  -^  ^^      Music — Happy  Voices. 
Far  from  the  fold  of  Jesus, 

I,  a  wayward  child, 
Like  a  straying  lam.b  had  wandered 

Into  deserts  wild ; 
But  the  gentle  Shepherd  sought  me, 

Won  me  by  his  charms  ; 
Safe  away  from  danger  brought  me, 

In  his  loving  arms. 

Chorus. 
Praise  Jesus,  gentle  Shepherd, 

Saviour,  loving,  mild  ; 
Jesus'  name  is  sweetest  music 

To  the  Christian  child. 

2  To  his  bosom  close  he  pressed  me, 

Pardoned  all  my  sin. 
Led  me  by  the  stillest  waters. 

Into  pastures  green. 
Now  all  day  I'm  glad  and  joyful, 

Happy  in  his  love  ; 
All  the  night  my  rest  is  peaceful. 

Guarded  from  above. — Cho. 


THAXKSGIVIN'G.  Sj 


Evermore  I'll  trust  in  Jesus, 

He  shall  be  my  Guide  ; 
No  allurement  shall  entice  me 

From  my  Shepherd's  side. 
By  and  by,  from  earth's  temptations 

He  will  give  me  rest, 
And  in  heaven's  greener  pastures 

Make  me  ever  blest. — Cho. 


115 


CM. 


Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come, 
Let  earth  receive  her  King  ; 

Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  heaven  and  nature  sing. 

2  Joy  to  the  earth,  the  Saviour  reigns ; 

Let  men  their  songs  employ. 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills  and 
plains 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground  ; 
He  comes  to  make  his  blessings  flow 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteousness, 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 


88  THANKSGIVING. 


X  X  D       Music— Book  of  Worship. 
Hail  to  the  Lord's  Anointed ! 

Great  David's  greater  Son  ! 
Hail,  in  the  time  appointed, 

His  reign  on  earth  begun  ! 
He  comes  to  break  oppression, 

To  set  the  captive  free, — 
To  take  away  transgression, 

And  rule  in  equity. 

2  He  shall  come  down  like  showers 

Upon  the  fruitful  earth. 
And  love  and  joy,  like  flowers, 

Spring  in  his  path  to  birth  : 
Before  him  on  the  mountains 

Shall  peace,  the  herald,  go  ; 
And  righteousness,  in  fountains. 

From  hill  to  valley  flow. 

3  For  him  shall  prayer  unceasing 

And  daily  vows  ascend  ; 
His  kingdom  still  increasing, 

A  kingdom  without  end  ; 
The  tide  of  time  shall  never 

His  covenant  remove ; 
His  name  shall  stand  forever, 

That  name  to  us  is — Love. 


117 


Music — Book  of  Worship.       L.  M. 
Oh,  the  sweet  wonders  of  that  cross. 

Where  my  Redeemer  loved  and  died ! 
Her  noblest  life  my  spirit  draws 

From  his  dear  wounds  and  bleeding  side. 


THANKSGIVING.  89 

2  I  would  forever  speak  his  name, 

In  sounds  to  mortal  ears  unknown ; 
With  angels  join  to  praise  the  Lamb, 
And  worship  at  his  Father's  throne. 


118 


H.M. 
Come,  every  pious  heart, 

That  loves  the  Saviour's  name, 
Your  noblest  powers  exert 

To  celebrate  his  fame ; 
Tell  all  above,  and  all  below. 
The  debt  of  love  to  him  you  owe. 

He  left  his  starry  crown. 

And  laid  his  robes  aside, 
On  wings  of  love  came  down, 

And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died  ; 
What  he  endured,  oh,  who  can  tell. 
To  save  our  souls  from  death  and  hell  ? 

From  the  dark  grave  he  rose, 
The  mansions  of  the  dead, 

And  thence  his  mighty  foes 
In  glorious  triumph  led  ; 

Up  through  the  sky  the  conqueror  rode, 

And  reigns  on  high,  the  Saviour  God. 

Jesus,  we  ne'er  can  pay 

The  debt  we  owe  thy  love  ; 

Yet  tell  us  how  we  may 

Our  gratitude  approve  ; 

Our  hearts,  our  all  to  thee  we  give, — 

The  gift,  though  small,  thou  wilt  receive. 


90  THANKSGIVING. 


119 


8's  <S-  fs. 

Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 
Which  before  the  cross  I  spend, — 

Life  and  health,  and  peace  possessing. 
From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend. 

2  Here  I'll  sit  forever  viewing 

Mercy  stream  in  streams  of  blood; 
Precious  drops,  my  soul  bedewing. 

Plead  and  claim  my  peace  v/ith  God. 

3  Truly  blessed  is  this  station, 

Low  before  his  cross  to  lie, — 
While  I  see  divine  compassion 
Floating  in  his  languid  eye. 

4  Here  it  is  I  find  my  heaven, 

While  upon  the  cross  I  gaze  ; 
Love  I  much  ?  Fm  much  forgiven, — 
Fm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

5  Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 

With  my  tears  his  feet  I  bathe  ; 
Constant  still  in  faith  abiding. 
Life  deriving  from  his  death. 


1  ^  U         Music— Book  of  Worship. 
Grace  !  'tis  a  charming  sound, 

Harmonious  to  the  ear  ; 
Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 

And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 


THANKSGIVING.  9 1 


Refrain. 

Saved  by  grace  alone, 

This  is  all  my  plea ; 
Jesus  died  for  all  mankind, 

And  Jesus  died  for  me. 

2  Grace  first  contrived  a  way 

To  save  rebellious  man  ; 
And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display. 

Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. — Ref. 

3  Grace  taught  my  roving  feet 

To  tread  the  heavenly  road  ; 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet, 
While  pressing  on  to  God. — Ref. 


121 


Music — Fresh  Laurels. 


Jesus  the  water  of  life  will  give. 

Freely,  freely,  freely  : 
Jesus  the  water  of  life  will  give. 

Freely  to  those  that  love  him. 
Come  to  that  fountain,  oh,  drink  and  live. 

Freely,  freely,  freely : 
Come  to  that  fountain,  oh,  drink  and  live, 

Flowing  for  those  that  love  him. 

Chorus. 

The  Spirit  and  the  Bride  say  come. 

Freely,  freely,  freely, 
And  he  that  is  thirsty  let  him  come. 

And  drink  of  the  water  of  life. 


92  THANKSGIVING. 

The  fountain  of  life  is  flowing, 
Flowing,  freely  flowing, 

The  fountain  of  life  is  flowing. 
Is  flowing  for  you  and  for  me. 

2  Jesus  has  promised  a  home  in  heaven, 

Freely,  freely,  freely, 
Jesus  has  promised  a  home  in  heaven, 

Freely  to  those  who  love  him  ; 
Treasures  unfading  will  there  be  given, 

Freely,  freely,  freely. 
Treasures  unfading  will  there  be  given. 

Freely  to  those  that  love  him. — Cho. 

3  Jesus  has  promised  a  robe  of  white, 

Freely,  freely,  freely ; 
Jesus  has  promised  a  robe  of  white. 

Freely  to  those  that  love  him  ; 
Kingdoms  of  glory  and  crowns  of  light, 

Freely,  freely,  freely. 
Kingdoms  of  glory  and  crowns  of  light. 

Freely  to  those  that  love  him. — Cho. 

4  Jesus  has  promised  eternal  day, 

Freely,  freely,  freely, 
Jesus  has  promised  eternal  day. 

Freely  to  those  that  love  him  ; 
Pleasure  that  never  shall  pass  away. 

Freely,  freely,  freely, 
Pleasure  that  never  shall  pass  away. 

Freely  to  those  that  love  him. — Cho. 

5  Jesus  has  promised  a  calm  repose, 

Freely,  freely,  freely, 


THANKSGIVING. 


93 


Jesus  has  promised  a  calm  repose, 
Freely  to  all  that  love  him ; 

Come  to  the  water  of  life  that  flows, 
Freely,  freely,  freely, 

Come  to  the  water  of  life  that  flows. 
Freely  to  all  that  love  him. — Cho 


122 


I  waited  for  the  Lord,  my  God, 
And  patiently  did  bear  , 

At  length  to  me  he  did  incline, 
My  voice  and  cry  to  hear. 

2  He  took  me  from  a  fearful  pit, 

And  from  the  miry  clay, 
And  on  a  rock  he  set  my  feet, 
Establishing  my  way. 

3  He  put  a  new  song  in  my  mouth, 

Our  God  to  magnify  ; 
Many  shall  see  it,  and  shall  fear, 
And  on  the  Lord  rely. 


C  M, 


123 


L,M. 

Behold  a  stranger  at  the  door  ! 
He  gently  knocks,  has  knocked  before, 
Has  waited  long — is  waiting  still 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill, 

2  Oh,  lovely  attitude  !  he  stands 

With  melting  heart  and  bleeding  hands.. 
Oh,  matchless  kindness  !  and  he  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes  ! 


94  THANKSGIVING. 


3  But  will  he  prove  a  friend  indeed  ? 
He  will, — the  very  friend  you  need  ; 
The  Friend  of  sinners — yes,  'tis  he, 
With  garments  dyed  on  Calvary. 

4  Rise,  touched  with  gratitude  divine, 
Turn  out  his  enemy  and  thine, 
That  soul-destroying  monster  sin, 
And  let  the  heavenly  stranger  in. 

5  Admit  him,  ere  his  anger  burn, 
His  feet  departed  ne'er  return  ; 
Admit  him,  or  the  hour's  at  hand 
You'll  at  his  door  rejected  stand. 


124 


Music— S.  S.  Bell.  fs. 

Hark,  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord  ; 
'Tis  thy  Saviour,  hear  his  word ; 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee, 
"  Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  me  ?" 

2  "  I  delivered  thee  when  bound. 

And,  when  wounded,  healed  thy  wound  ; 
Sought  thee  wandering,  set  thee  right, 
Turned  thy  darkness  into  light. 

3  Can  a  woman's  tender  care 
Cease  toward  the  child  she  bare  ? 
Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be, 

Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 


THANKSGIVING.  95 


4  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above, 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

5  Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done  ; 
Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  be  ; 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  me  ?' 

6  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint  ; 
Yet  I  love  thee  and  adore, 

Oh  for  grace  to  love  thee  more  ! 


125 


Music — Book  of  Worship.         C.  M. 

Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 

We  wretched  sinners  lay. 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 

Or  spark  of  glimmering  day. 

2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  grace 

Beheld  our  helpless  grief; 
He  saw,  and — oh,  amazing  love  ! — 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above, 

With  joyful  haste  he  fled. 
Entered  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 


96  THANKSGIVING. 


4  Oh  for  this  love  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  break, 

And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 

The  Saviour's  praises  speak. 

5  Angels,  assist  our  mighty  joys, 

Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold  ; 
But  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes, 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 

1  2fi 

-^  ^^  ^^  Music — So7igs  of  Gladness. 
I  stood  outside  the  gate, 

A  poor  wayfaring  child  ; 
Within  my  heart  there  beat 

A  tempest,  loud  and  wild. 
A  fear  oppressed  my  soul, 

That  I  might  be  too  late  ; 
And  oh  !  I  trembled  sore, 

And  prayed  outside  the  gate. 

2  "  Mercy  !  "  I  loudly  cried, 

"  Oh,  give  me  rest  from  sin  !  " 
"  I  will,"  a  voice  replied  ; 

And  Mercy  let  me  in. 
She  bound  my  bleeding  wounds  ; 

She  soothed  my  aching  head  ; 
She  eased  my  burdened  soul, 

And  bore  the  load  instead. 

3  In  mercy's  guise,  I  knew 

The  Saviour  long  abused  ; 
Who  often  sought  my  heart, 
And  wept  when  I  refused. 


THANKSGIVING. 


97 


Oh  !  what  a  blest  return 

For  ignorance  and  sin  ! 

I  stood  outside  the  gate, 
And  Jesus  let  me  in. 

1  27 

■*■  ^    ■     Music— Book  of  Worship.  C.  M. 

How  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place, 

With  Christ  within  the  doors  ; 
While  everlasting  love  displays 

The  choicest  of  her  stores. 

2  While  all  our  hearts,  and  all  our  songs, 

Join  to  admire  the  feast, 
Each  of  us  cries,  with  thankful  tongues, 
"  Lord,  why  was  I  a  guest  ? 

3  "  Why  was  I  made  to  hear  thy  voice, 

And  enter  while  there's  room, 
When  thousands  make  a  wretched  choice, 
And  rather  starve  than  come. 

4  "  'Twas  the  same  love  that  spread  the  feast. 

That  sweetly  forced *me  in  ; 
Else  we  had  still  refused  to  taste, 
And  perished  in  our  sin." 


128 


Look,  ye  saints,  the  sight  is  glorious. 

See  the  "  Man  of  Sorrows  "  now 
From  the  fight  return  victorious. 

Every  knee  to  him  shall  bow. 


98  THANKSGIVING. 


Refrain. 
Crown  him !  crown  him  !    angels  crown  him  ! 

Crown  the  Saviour  "  King  of  kings." 
Crown  him  !  crown  him  !    angels  crown  him  J 

Crown  the  Saviour  "  King  of  kings." 

2  Crown  the  Saviour !  angels  crown  him, 

Rich  the  trophies  Jesus  brings, 
In  the  seat  of  power  enthrone  him, 
While  the  vault  of  heaven  rings. 

Ref. 

3  Sinners  in  derision  crowned  him. 

Mocking  thus  the  Saviour's  claim  ; 
Saints  and  angels  crowd  around  him, 

Own  his  title,  praise  his  name. — Ref. 

4  Hark  !  the  bursts  of  acclamation  ! 

Hark  !  these  loud  triumphant  chords, 
Jesus  takes  the  highest  station, 

Oh,  what  joy  the  sight  affords  ! — Ref. 


129 


Glad  tidings  !    glad  tidings  !    Oh,  wonderful 

love  ! 
A  message  has  come  from  our  Father  above  ; 
'Tis  Jesus  who  brings  it  to  young  and  to  old ! 
A  message  of  mercy  more  precious  than  gold. 

Refrain. 
Glad  tidings,  glad  tidin^^s  1 
Oh,  wonderful,  wonderful,  wonderful  love  ! 
Glad  tidings,  glad  tidings  ! 
We  hail  the  glad  tidings  of  wonderful  love. 


THANKSGIVING.  99 

He  saith  to  the  weary,  Oh,  come  unto  me; 
The  poor  and  the  lowly  his  glory  may  see  ; 
He  blesseth  the  meek  with  his  soul-cheering 

voice  ; 
He   comforts   the   mourners  and  bids  them 

rejoice, — Ref. 

How  happy  are  they  who  believe  in  the  Lord, 
And  love  the  sweet  counsel  they  find  in  his 

word ! 
Be  ready  to  hear,  and  be  swift  to  obey. 
And  follow  his  track  in  the   bright  shining 

way. — Ref. 


130 


Come,  let  us  be  joyful  to-day  ; 

The    Saviour   arose — he  conquered   his 
foes — 
Opened  a  heavenly  way — 

A  way  that  never  will  close. 

Chorus. 
Oh,  come  to  his  glorious  courts  with  singing, 
Love  and  dutiful  tribute  bringing  ; 

Worship  the  Lord  ! 
Rejoice,  and  believe  in  his  word. 

2  Come,  let  us  be  joyful  to-day  ; 

He  sits  on  the   throne,    his    sceptre  we 
own ; 
Cast  every  idol  away. 

And  worship  Jesus  alone. — Cho. 


lOO  THE  LORD  S  DAY. 

3  Come,  let  us  be  joyful  to-day  ; 

Thanksgiving  and  song  to  Jesus  belong ; 
Cheerfully  praise  him  and  pray  ; 

He  loves  the  worshiping  throng. — Cho. 

4  Come,  let  us  be  joyful  to-day  ; 

The  truths  of  his  word   sweet   comfort 
afford  ; 
Hear  what  his  messengers  say, 

And  take  the  truth  we  have  heard. — Cho. 


131 


7s. 

Safely  through  another  week 

God  has  brought  us  on  our  way ; 

Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek, 

Waiting  in  his  courts  to-day  ; 

Day  of  all  the  week  the  best. 

Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 

While  we  seek  supplies  of  grace 

Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  name, 

Show  thy  reconciling  face, 

Take  away  our  sin  and  shame: 

From  our  worldly  cares  set  free, 

May  we  rest  this  day  in  thee. 

Here  we're  come  thy  name  to  praise, 
Let  us  feel  thy  presence  near  ; 

May  thy  glory  meet  our  eyes. 

While  we  in  thy  house  appear ; 

Here  afford  us.  Lord,  a  taste 

Of  our  everlasting  feast. 


THE  LORD  S  DAY.  lOI 


May  the  gospel's  joyful  sound 

Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints, 

Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound. 
Bring  relief  to  all  complaints  ; 

Such  let  all  our  Sabbaths  prove, 

Till  we  join  the  church  above. 


132 


Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest, 
That  saw  the  Lord  arise, 

Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes. 

2  The  King  himself  comes  near. 

And  feasts  his  saints  to-day  ; 
Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day  amidst  the  place 

Where  my  dear  God  hath  been, 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  v\'0uld  stay 

In  such  a  frame  as  this. 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 


5.  M, 


133 


L.  M. 

Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love. 
But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above  ; 
To  that  our  longing  souls  aspire, 
With  ardent  love  and  strong  desire.    • 


I02  THE  LORD  S  DAY, 


2  In  thy  blest  kingdom  we  shall  be 
From  every  mortal  trouble  free  ; 

No  groans  shall  mingle  with  the  songs 
Which  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 

3  Oh,  long-expected  day,  begin. 
Dawn  on  this  world  of  woe  and  sin  ; 
Fain  would  we  leave  this  weary  road, 
And  sleep  in  death,  and  rest  in  God 

1  S4- 

J-  *^  ^^     Music — Book  of  Praise. 
Ere  another  Sabbath's  close, 
Ere  again  we  seek  repose, 
Lord  !  our  song  ascends  to  thee  ; 
At  thy  feet  we  bow  the  knee. 

2  For  the  mercies  of  the  day, 
For  this  rest  upon  our  v/ay, 
Thanks  to  thee  alone  be  given. 
Lord  of  earth,  and  King  of  heaven  ! 

3  Cold  our  services  have  been, 
Mingled  every  prayer  with  sin  ; 
But  thou  canst  and  will  forgive, 
By  thy  grace  alone  we  live. 

4  Whilst  this  thorny  path  we  tread, 
May  thy  love  our  footsteps  lead, 
When  our  journey  here  is  past, 
May  we  rest  with  thee  at  last. 

5  Let  these  earthly  Sabbaths  prove 
Foretastes  of  our  joys  above  ; 
While  their  steps  thy  pilgrims  bend 
To  the  rest  which  knows  no  end. 


THE  LORD  S  DAY.  I03 


135 


Music — Gold  eft  Censer.  C.  M. 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made ; 

He  calls  the  hours  his  own — 
Let  heaven  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad. 

And  praise  surround  his  throne. 

2  To-day  he  rose  and  left  the  dead, 

And  Satan's  empire  fell ; 
To-day  the  saints  his  triumphs  spread, 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 

3  Hosanna  to  the  anointed  King, 

To  David's  holy  Son  ! 
Help  us,  O  Lord  !  descend  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

4  Blest  be  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men, 

With  messages  of  grace. 
Who  comes,  in  God  his  Father's  name. 
To  save  our  sinful  race. 

5  Hosanna  in  the  highest  strains 

The  church  on  earth  can  raise  ; 
The  highest  heavens,  in  which  he  reigns, 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praise. 


136 


Music — Book  of  Worship,  8"s. 

How  sweet  is  the  Sabbath  to  me, 

The  day  when  the  Saviour  arose  ! 
'Tis  heaven  his  beauties  to  see 

And  in  his  soft  arms  to  repose  ; 


I04  THE  LORD  S  DAY. 


He  knows  I  am  weak  and  defiled, 
My  life  is  but  empty  and  vain  ; 

But  if  he  will  make  me  his  child 
I'll  never  forsake  him  again. 

2  This  day  he  invites  me  to  come  : 

How  kindly  he  bids  me  draw  near 
He  offers  me  heaven  for  home, 

And  wipes  off  the  penitent  tear  : 
He  offers  to  pardon  my  sin. 

And  keep  me  from  every  snare, 
To  sprinkle  and  cleanse  me  within. 

And  show  me  his  tenderest  care. 


3  I  cannot,  I  must  not,  refuse  ; 

His  goodness  has  conqueredmy  heart: 
The  Lord  for  my  portion  I  choose, 

And  bid  all  my  folly  depart. 
How  sweet  is  the  Sabbath  to  me, 

The  day  my  Redeemer  arose  ! 
'Tis  heaven  his  beauties  to  see 

And  in  his  soft  arms  to  repose. 

137 

How  sweet  is  the  Sabbath,  the  morning  of  rest. 
The  day  of  the  week  which  I  surely  love  best  ; 
The  morning  my  Saviour  arose  from  the  tomb, 
And  took  from  the  grave  all  its  terror  and 
gloom. 

2  Oh,  let  me  be  thoughtful  and  prayerful  to-day, 
And  not  spend  a  minute  in  trifling  or  play  ; 


THE  LORD  S  DAY.  ^     I05 

Remembering  these  seasons  were  graciously 

given 
To  teach  me  to  seek,  and  prepare  me  for 

heaven. 

3  In  the  house  of  my  God,  in  his  presence  and 

fear, 
When  I  worship  to-day,  may  it  all  be  sincere  ; 
In  the  school  when  I  learn,  may  I  do  it  with 

care. 
And  be  grateful  to  those  who  watch  over  me 

there. 

4  Instruct  me,  my  Saviour ;  a  child  though  I  be, 
I  am  not  too  young  to  be  noticed  by  thee  ; 
Renew  all  my  heart,  keep  me  firm  in  thy  ways, 

1  would  love  thee,  and  serve  thee,  and  give 

thee  the  praise. 

138  c.M. 

When  the  worn  spirit  wants  repose. 
And  sighs  her  God  to  seek, 

How  sweet  to  hail  the  evening's  close 
That  ends  the  weary  week ! 

2  How  sweet  to  hail  the  early  dawn 

That  opens  on  the  sight. 
When  first  the  soul-reviving  morn 
Beams  its  new  rays  of  light ! 

3  Sweet  day,  thine  hours  too  soon  will  cease; 

Yet  while  they  gently  roll, 
Breathe,  Holy  Spirit,  source  of  peace, 
A  Sabbath  o'er  my  soul. 


I06  THE  lord's  day, 


4  When  will  my  pilgrimage  be  done, 
The  world's  long  week  be  o'er, 
That  Sabbath  dawn  which  needs  no  sun, 
That  day  which  fades  no  more  ? 


139 


Z.  M. 

Another  six  days'  work  is  done. 
Another  Sabbath  is  begun  ; 
Return,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest, 
Improve  the  day  thy  God  hath  blest. 

2  Oh  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  may  rise 
As  grateful  incense  to  the  skies. 

And  draw  from  heaven  that  sweet  repose. 
Which  none  but  he  that  feels  it  knows. 

3  This  heavenly  calm  within  the  breast 
Is  the  dear  pledge  of  glorious  rest, 
Which  for  the  church  of  God  remains. 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 

4  In  holy  duties  let  the  day, 

In  holy  pleasures  pass  away; 

How  sweet  a  Sabbath  thus  to  spend. 

In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end ! 


140 


Music — Cannula.  d's. 

The  light  of  Sabbath  eve 

Is  fading  fast  away  ; 
What  record  will  it  leave 

To  crown  the  closing  day  ? 


THE  LORD  S  DAY.  I07 

Is  it  a  Sabbath  spent, 

Of  fruitless  time  destroyed  ; 
Or  have  these  moments  lent 

Been  sacredly  employed  ? 

How  dreadful  and  how  drear, 

In  yon  dark  world  of  pain, 
Will  Sabbaths  lost  appear. 

That  cannot  come  again  ! 
Then,  in  that  hopeless  place, 

The  wretched  soul  will  say, 
"  I  had  those  hours  of  grace. 

But  cast  them  all  away." 

To  waste  these  Sabbath  hours, 

Oh  may  we  never  dare  ; 
Nor  taint  with  thoughts  of  ours 

These  sacred  days  of  prayer : 
But  may  our  Sabbaths  here 

Inspire  our  hearts  with  love  ; 
And  prove  a  foretaste  clear 

Of  that  sweet  rest  above. 


141 


Music — Fresh  Laurels. 


Again  we  meet,  O  Lord, 

Again  we  fill  this  place, 

To  hear  thy  holy  word, 

And  ask  thy  promised  grace ; 

To  thank  thee  for  the  gifts  we  share, 

The  children  of  thy  love  and  care. 


Io8  THE  lord's  day. 

2  Grant  us  the  listening  ear, 

The  understanding  heart, 
The  mind  and  will  sincere, 

To  choose  the  better  part,— 
To  take  the  learner's  lowly  seat, 
And  gather  wisdom  at  thy  feet, 

3  Through  this,  and  every  day, 

Teach  us  thy  path  to  tread  ; 
Nor  let  our  feet  astray 

13y  Satan's  wiles  be  led  ; 
But  keep  us  in  the  narrow  road- 
The  way  to  glory  and  to  God. 


142 


C.  M. 


Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 

Name  ever  dear  to  me. 
When  shall  ray  labors  have  an  end. 

In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee  ? 

2  Oh,  when,  thou  city  of  my  God  ! 

Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend  ? 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up. 
And  Sabbaths  have  no  end. 

3  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom, 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know ; 
Blest  seats !  through  rude  and  stormy  scenes 
I  onward  press  to  you. 

4  Why  should  1  shrmk  at  pain  and  woe. 

Or  feel  at  death  dismay  't 
I've  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view, 
And  realms  of  endless  day. 


THE  lord's  day.  IO9 


5  Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets,  there 
Around  my  Saviour  stand  ; 
And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below 
Will  join  the  glorious  band. 


6  Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee ; 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 


143 


Music — Golden  Shower, 


We  have  come  rejoicing  on  this  happy  day, 
In  our  Sunday-school  we  dearly  love  to  stay 
And  with  voices  blending  in  a  sacred  son;j. 
We  the  Saviour's  praise  prolong. 


Chorus. 

.There  we  shall  never  grieve  him  more, 
But,  with  the  angels  on  that  shore. 
Strike  the  harps  of  glory  in  a  sweeter  strain, 
And  ever  with  them  praise  his  holy  name. 


2  Thro'  the  week  he's  kept  us,  and  his  smiling 
face 
Still  is  beaming  on  us  in  this  happy  place  ; 
And  the  gracious  Spirit  from  his  holy  throne, 
Tells  us  of  a  better  home.— Cho. 


lO  THE  LORD  S  DAY. 


3  Jesus    there    is     smiling,    on    his    Father's 

throne, 
Saying,  "  Come  in  welcome,  come,  for  here 

is  room, 
In   these   shining   mansions,  I  have    still  a 

place, 
Children  hasten  to  my  face." — Cho. 

1  4-4- 

-■■  ^*-^*-  Music — Sojtgs  of  Gladness. 

Now  the  Sabbath  eve  declining, 

Sheds  around  a  hallowed  light 
And  the  silver  stars  are  shining 

With  a  radiance  pure  and  bright. 

2  Soft  and  gentle  be  the  numbers 

Which  our  grateful  spirits  raise, 
God  above,  while  nature  slumbers. 
Hear,  oh,  hear  our  song  of  praise. 

3  May  the  words  of  inspiration 

Which  our  ears  have  heard  to-day, 
Wake  a  holy  contemplation, 

Call  our  souls  from  earth  away. 

4  While  with  hearts  and  voices  blending. 

Up  to  heaven  our  thoughts  we  raise ; 
Those  to  mortal  vows  attending, 
"  Hear,  oh,  hear  our  song  of  praise. 


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Sweet  Sabbath  school !  more  dear  to  me 
Than  fairest  palace  dome, 


THE  LORD  S  DAY.  1 1 1 


My  heart  e'er  turns  with  joy  to  thee, 
My  own  dear  Sabbath  Home. 

Chorus.  . 
Sabbath  Home  I  Blessed  Home  ! 

Sabbath  Home  !  Blessed  Home  ! 
My  heart  e'er  turns  with  joy  to  thee, 

My  own  dear  Sabbath  Home. 

2  Here  to  my  willful,  Vv-andering  heart, 

The  way  of  life  is  shown  : 
Here  may  I  seek  the  better  part. 

And  gain  a  Sabbath  home. — Cho. 

3  Here  Jesus  stands  v/ith  loving  voice, 

Entreating  me  to  come 
And  make  of  him  my  earnest  choice, 
In  this  dear  Sabbath  Home. — Cho. 


146 


Hymnal  'J2i —  Tune,  Mendt  bras. 
O  day  of  rest  andgladness, 

O  day  of  joy  and  light, 
O  balm  of  care  and  sadness, 

Most  beautiful,  most  bright  I 
On  thee  the  high  and  lowly 

Before  the  eternal  throne 
Sing,  Holy,  holy,  holy, 

To  God  the  Three  in  One. 

On  thee  at  the  creation 

The  light  first  had  its  birth  ; 

On  thee  for  our  salvation 

Christ  rose  from  depths  of  earth  ; 


112  THE  LORD  S  DAY. 


On  thee  our  Lord  victorious 

The  Spirit  sent  from  heaven  ; 

And  thus  on  thee  most  glorious 
A  triple  light  was  given. 


Thou  art  a  cooling  fountain 

In  life's  diy,  dreary  sand  ; 
From  thee,  like  Pisgah's  mountain, 

We  view  our  promised  land  ; 
A  day  of  sweet  refection, 

A  day  of  holy  love 
A  day  of  resurrection 

From  earth  to  things  above. 


4  To-day  on  weary  nations 

The  heavenly  manna  falls  ; 
To  holy  convocations 

The  silver  trumpet  calls  ; 
Where  gospel-light  is  glowing 

With  pure  and  radiant  beams, 
And  living  water  flowing 

With  soul-refreshing  streams. 


5  New  graces  ever  gainmg 

From  this  our  day  of  rest, 
We  reach  the  rest  remaining 

To  spirits  of  the  blest 
To  Holy  Ghost  be  praises.. 

To  Father  and  to  Son 
The  church  her  voice  upraises 

To  thee,  blest  Three  in  One  ! 


THE  BIBLE.  II3 


147 


Music — Gospel  Hymns  No.  j. 
Sing  them  over  again  to  me, 

Wonderful  words  of  life, 
Let  me  more  of  their  beauty  see. 

Wonderful  words  of  life. 
Words  of  life  and  beauty, 

Teach  me  faith  and  duty  ; 
:  Beautiful  words,  wonderful  words, 

Wonderful  words  of  life.  :|( 

Christ,  the  blessed  One, 

Wonderful  words  of  life 
Sinner,  list  to  the  loving  call. 

Wonderful  words  of  life  ; 
All  so  freely  given, 

Wooing  us  to  heaven. 
Beautiful  words,  wonderful  words, 

Wonderful  words  of  life.  :|| 

Sweetly  echo  the  gospel  call. 

Wonderful  words  of  life  ; 
Offer  pardon  and  peace  to  all, 

Wonderful  words  of  life. 
Jesus,  only  Saviour, 

Sanctify  forever. 
Beautiful  words,  wonderful  words, 

Wonderful  words  of  hfc.  :|| 


148 


Holy  Bible,  book  divine, 
Precious  treasure,  thou  art  mine  ! 
Mine  to  tell  me  whence  I  came. 
Mine  to  teach  me  what  I  am  ; 


114  THE  BIBLE. 


Mine  to  chide  me  when  I  rove, 
Mine  to  show  a  Saviour's  love  ; 
Mine  thou  art  to  guide  my  feet, 
Mine  to  judge,  condemn,  acquit. 


Mine  to  comfort  in  distress. 
If  the  Holy  Spirit  bless  ; 
Mine  to  show,  by  living  faith, 
Man  can  triumph  over  death  ; 
Mine  to  tell  of  joys  to  come, 
And  the  rebel  sinner's  doom  ; 
Oh,  thou  precious  book  divine, 
Precious  treasure,  thou  art  mine 


149 


7s. 


Father,  bless  thy  word  to  all. 

Quick  and  powerful  let  it  prove 

Oh  I  may  sinners  hear  thy  call, 
Let  thy  people  grow  in  love. 


2  Thine  own  gracious  message  bless, 
Follow  it  with  power  divine  ; 
Give  the  gospel  great  success, 

Thine  the  work,  the  glory  thine. 


3  Father,  bid  the  world  rejoice. 

Send,  oh,  send  thy  truth  abroad 
Let  the  nations  hear  thy  voice. 
Hear  it  and  return  to  God. 


THE  BIBLE.  II5 


150 


Music — Children  s  Praise. 
The  Bible  !   the  Bible  !  more  precious  than 

gold 
The  hopes  and  the  glories  its  pages  unfold  ; 
It  speaks  of  a  Saviour  and  tells  of  his  love ; 
It  shows  us  the  way  to  the  mansions  above, 
It  shows  us  the  way  to  the  mansions  above. 

The  Bible  !  the  Bible  !  blest  volume  of  truth, 
How  sweetly  it  smiles  on  the  season  of  youth  ! 
It  bids  us  seek  early  the  pearl  of  great  price, 
Ere  the  heart  is  enslaved  in  the  bondage  of 

vice, 
Ere  the  heart  is  enslaved  in  the  bondage  of 

vice. 

The  Bible  !  the  Bible  !  we  hail  it  with  joy, 
Its  truths  and  its   glories  our  tongues  shall 

employ ; 
We'll  sing  of  its  triumphs,  we'll  tell  of  its 

worth. 
And  send  its  glad  tidings  afar  o'er  the  earth, 
And  send  its  glad  tidings  afar  o'er  the  earih. 

The  Bible  I  the  Bible  I  the  valleys  shall  ring. 
And  hill-tops  re-echo  the  notes  that  we  sing  ; 
Our  banners  inscribed  with  its  precepts  and 

rules 
Shall  long  wave  in  triumph,  the  joy  of  our 

schools, 
Shall  long  wave  in   triumph,  the  joy  of  our 

schools. 


Il6  THE  BIBLE. 


151 


Music —  Charon . 
I  am  so  glad  that  our  Father  in  heaven 
Tells  of  his  love  in  the  Book  he  has  given  : 
Wonderful  things  in  the  Bible  I  see — 
This  is  the  dearest,  that  Jesus  loves  me. 

Chorus. 
I  am  so  glad  that  Jesus  loves  me, 
Jesus  loves  me,  Jesus  loves  me, 
I  am  so  glad  that  Jesus  loves  me, 
Jesus  loves  even  me, 

2  Though  I  forget  him,  and  wander  away, 
Kindly  he  follows  wherever  I  stray, 
Back  to  his  dear  loving  arms  would  I  flee, 
When  I  remember  that  Jesus  loves  me. 

Cho. 

3  Oh,  if  there's  only  one  song  I  can  sing, 
When  in  his  beauty  I  see  the  great  King, 
This  shall  my  song  in  eternity  be, 

Oh,  what  a  wonder  that  Jesus  loves  me  ! 

Cho. 


152 


Music — Songs  of  Devotion. 
Tell  me  the  old,  old  story. 

Of  unseen  things  above, 
Of  Jesus  and  his  glory, 

Of  Jesus  and  his  love. 
Tell  me  the  story  simply, 

As  to  aUttle  child. 
For  I  am  weak  and  weary, 

And  helpless  and  defiled. 


THE  BIBLE.  11/ 


Chorus. 

:Tell  me  the  old,  old  story:  | 
Of  Jesus  and  his  love. 


2  Tell  me  the  story  slowly, 

That  I  may  take  it  in — 
That  wonderful  redemption, 

God's  remedy  for  sin. 
Tell  me  the  story  often. 

For  I  forget  so  soon  ! 
The  "early  dew"  of  morning 

Has  passed  away  at  noon. — Cho. 


Tell  me  the  story  softly, 

With  earnest  tones  and  grave 
Remember  !  I'm  the  sinner 

Whom  Jesus  came  to  save. 
Tell  me  that  story  always, 

If  you  would  really  be. 
In  any  time  of  trouble, 

A  comforter  to  me. — Cho. 


Tell  me  the  same  old  story,' 

When  you  have  cause  to  fear 
That  this  world's  empty  glory 

Is  costing  me  too  dear. 
Yes,  and  when  that  world's  glory 

Is  drawing  on  my  soul. 
Tell  me  the  old,  old  story, 

"  Christ  Jesus  makes  thee  whole." 

Cho. 


Il8  THE  BIBLE. 


153 


Music — So7igs  of  Devotion 
I  love  to  tell  the  story 

Of  unseen  things  above, 
Of  Jesus  and  his  glory, 

Of  Jesus  and  his  love. 
I  love  to  tell  the  story, 

Because  I  know  it's  true, 
It  satisfies  my  longings 

As  nothing  else  would  do. 

Chorus. 
Oh,  yes,  I  love  to  tell  the  story, 
'Twill  be  my  happy  theme  in  glory 
To  tell  the  old,  old  story 
'        Of  Jesus  and  his  love. 

I  love  to  tell  the  story. 

More  wonderful  it  seems 
Than  all  the  golden  fancies 

Of  all  our  golden  dreams. 
I  love  to  tell  the  story. 

It  did  so  much  for  me. 
And  that  is  just  the  reason 

I  tell  it  now  to  thee. — Cho. 

I  love  to  tell  the  story  ; 

'Tis  pleasant  to  repeat. 
What  seems,  each  time  I  tell  it. 

More  wonderfully  sweet. 
I  love  to  tell  the  story. 

For  some  have  never  heard 
The  message  of  salvation 

From  God's  own  holy  word. — Cho. 


THE  BIBLE. 


119 


I  love  to  tell  the  story, 

For  those  who  know  it  best 
Seem  hungering  and  thirsting 

To  hear  it  like  the  rest. 
And  when,  in  scenes  of  glory, 

I  sing  the  new,  new  song, 
'Twill  be  the  old,  old  story 

That  I  have  loved  so  long. — Cho. 


154 


C  J/. 


Father  of  mercies  !  in  thy  word 
What  endless  glory  shines  ! 

Forever  be  thy  name  adored 
For  these  celestial  lines. 


Here  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 
Spreads  heavenly  peace  around; 

And  life  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 


Oh,  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 
My  ever  dear  delight, 

And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see. 
And  still  increasing  light. 


4  Divine  instructor,  gracious  Lord, 
Be  thou  forever  near  ; 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word 
And  view  my  Saviour  there. 


I20  THE  BIBLE. 


155 


Music — New  Golden  Shower.       S.  M. 
O  Lord,  thy  perfect  word 

Directs  our  steps  aright, 
Nor  can  all  other  books  afford 

Such  profit  and  delight. 

Celestial  beams  it  sheds, 

To  cheer  this  vale  below  : 
To  distant  lands  its  glory  spreads, 

And  streams  of  mercy  flow. 


3  True  wisdom  it  imparts. 

Commands  our  hope  and  fear ; 
Oh,  may  we  hide  it  in  our  hearts, 
And  feel  its  influence  there. 


156 


Music — Golden  Censer.  C.  M. 

How  happy  is  the  youth  who  hears 

Instruction's  warning  voice, 
And  who  celestial  wisdom  makes 

His  early,  only  choice. 

2  For  she  has  treasure  greater  far 

Than  east  or  west  unfold  ; 
And  her  rewards  more  precious  are 
Than  all  their  stores  of  gold. 

3  She  guides  the  young  with  innocence 

In  pleasure's  path  to  tread  ; 
A  crown  of  glory  she  bestows 
Upon  the  hoary  head. 


MISSIONARY.  121 


4  According  as  her  labors  rise. 
So  her  rewards  increase  ; 
Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 
And  all  her  paths  are  peace. 


157 


Music — Happy  Voices. 

The  sun  shines  bright, 

And  it  pours  its  light 
O'er  the  valley,  the  field,  and  flood  ; 

The  night-bird  flies 

From  the  sun-lit  skies. 
To  his  home  in  the  leafy  wood. 

Chorus. 
Then  sleep  no  more,  for  the  day  is  come. 

The  night  with  its  gloom  has  fled  ; 
With  a  cheerful  heart  fulfill  your  part, 

And  a  path  of  duty  tread. 

2  God's  word  is  light 
Like  the  sun  so  bright. 

And  it  shines  in  this  Christian  clime  ; 

And  sin  retires 

From  its  searching  fires. 
To  its  home  in  the  dens  of  crime. — Cho. 

3  Poor  pagans  sleep 

In  their  gloom  so  deep, 
Not  a  star  lends  its  feeble  ray  ; 

But  rays  divine 

On  your  pathway  shine. 
And  you  bask  in  the  bright  broad  day. 

Cho. 


122  MISSIONARY. 


4  Then  pray  and  toil 
For  a  little  while, 
And  the  wants  of  the  world  supply  ; 
Do  all  you  can, 
Whether  child  or  man, 
For  the  night  of  the  grave  draws  nigh. 

Cho. 


158 


y's  (Sm  6"$. 


From  Greenland's  icy  mountains. 

From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand, 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle, 
Though  every  prospect  pleases. 

And  only  man  is  vile  ; 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strewn, 
The  heathen,  in  their  blindness, 

Bow  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high. 
Shall  we,  to  men  benighted. 
The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 


MISSIONARY.  123 


Salvation  !  oh,  salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learned  Messiah's  name. 


4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll. 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole  ; 
Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature, 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator. 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 


159 


Music —  Golden  Chain . 
Far  out  upon  the  prairie. 

How  many  children  dwell. 
Who  never  read  the  Bible, 

Or  hear  the  Sabbath  bell ; 
And  when  the  holy  morning 

Wakes  us  to  sing  and  pray, 
They  spend  the  precious  moments 

In  idleness  and  play. 


Chorus. 
Far  out  upon  the  prairie 

How  many  children  dwell, 
Who  never  read  the  Bible, 

Or  hear  the  Sabbath  bell. 


fs  &■>  6'$. 


124  MISSIONARY 


I  wish  that  I  could  tell  them 

How  Jesus  came  to  die, 
When  he  for  little  children 

Left  his  bright  throne  on  high  ; 
And  all  the  sad,  sad  story 

Of  sorrow  which  he  bore, 
When  for  his  crown  of  glory 

A  crown  of  thorns  he  wore. — Cho. 

And  so  each  morn  and  evening, 

W'hene'er  I  kneel  in  prayer, 
I'll  ask  the  gracious  Saviour 

To  send  his  gospel  there  ; 
That  in  the  glorious  city 

In  which  he  dwells  above. 
We  all  may  sing  together 

Of  his  redeeriiing  love. — Cho. 


160 


Music —  Golde7i  Chain . 
Over  the  ocean  wave,  far,  far  away, 
There  the  poor  heathen  live,  waiting  for  day: 
Groping  in  ignorance,  dark  as  the  night, 
No  blessed  Bible  to  give  them  the  light. 

Chorus. 
Pity  them,  pity  them.  Christians  at  home. 
Haste  with  the  bread  of  life,  hasten  and  come. 

2  Here,  in  this  happy  land,  we  have  the  light 
Shining  from  God's  own  word,  free,  pure  and 

bright ; 
Shall  we  not  send  to  them  Bibles  to  read, 
Teachers,  and  preachers,  and  all  that  they 

need  ? — Cho. 


MISSIONARY.  125 


3  Then  vvhile  the  mission  ships  glad  tidings 
bring, 
List !  as  that  heathen  band  joyfully  sing, 
"  Over  the  ocean  wave,  oh  !  see  them  come, 
Bringing  the  bread  of  life,  guiding  us  home." 

Cho. 


161 


Music — Golaen  Censer.        H.  M. 
Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow — 

The  gladly  solemn  sound 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remotest  bound. 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come. 

Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

2  Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  sin-atoning  Lamb : 
Redemption  by  his  blood 

Through  all  the  lands  proclaim  ; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come, 

Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

3  The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 

The  news  of  pardoning  grace  , 
Ye  happy  souls,  draw  near. 

Behold  your  Saviour's  face  ; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come, 

Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

4  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 

Has  full  atonement  made  ; 


26  MISSIONARY. 


Ye  weary  spirits,  rest, 

Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad  ; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come, 

Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 


162 


Music — Choral  Ha7'p.      fs  &=>  ffs. 
Now  be  the  gospel  banner 

In  every  land  unfurled, 
And  be  the  shout,  Hosanna  ! 

Re-echoed  through  the  world  ; 
Till  every  isle  and  nation, 

Till  every  tribe  and  tongue, 
Receive  the  great  salvation. 

And  join  the  happy  throng. 

What  though  the  embattled  legions 

Of  earth  and  hell  combine, 
His  arm  throughout  their  regions 

Shall  soon  resplendent  shine  ; 
Ride  on,  O  Lord,  victorious, 

Immanuel,  Prince  of  Peace, 
Thy  triumph  shall  be  glorious, 

Thy  empire  still  increase. 

Yes,  thou  shalt  reign  forever, 

O  Jesus,  King  of  Kings; 
Thy  light,  thy  love,  thy  favor, 

Each  ransomed  captive  sings  : 
The  isles  for  thee  are  waiting, 

The  deserts  learn  thy  praise  ; 
The  hills  and  valleys  greeting, 

The  song  responsive  raise. 


MISSIONARY.  127 


i    f^  q  L.M, 

Am\J^  Hym7ial 6ij —  Tune,  Afendon. 
Ascend  thy  throne,  almighty  King  ! 

And  spread  thy  glories  all  abroad  ; 
Let  thine  own  arm  salvation  bring, 

And  be  thou  known  the  gracious  God. 

2  Let  millions  bow  before  thy  seat, 

Let  humble  mourners  see  thy  face  ; 
Bring  daring  rebels  to  thy  feet. 

Subdued  by  thy  victorious  grace. 

3  Oh,  let  the  kingdoms  of  the  world 

Become  the  kingdoms  of  the  Lord  ; 
Let  saints  and  angels  praise  thy  name. 

Be     thou    through    heaven    and    earth 
adored. 


1  R4.  ^  ^ 

i  \^^E  Bymnal  6iy — Tune,  All  Saints, 
Jesus  !  thy  church  with  longing  eyes 

For  thine  expected  coming  waits  ; 
When  will  the  promised  light  arise, 

And  glory  beam  from  Zion's  gates  ? 

2  E'en  now,  when  tempests  round  ps  fall    • 

And  wintry  clouds  o'ercast  the  sky, 
Thy  words  with  pleasure  we  recall. 

And  deem  that  our  redemption's  nigh. 

3  Oh,  come  and  reign  o'er  every  land  ; 

Let  Satan  from  his  throne  be  hurled, 
All  nations  bow  to  thy  command. 
And  grace  revive  a  dying  world. 


128  MISSIONARY. 


4  Teach  us  in  watchfulness  and  prayer 
To  wait  for  tlie  appointed  hour, 
And  fit  us  by  tliy  grace  to  share 

The  triumphs  of  thy  conquering  power. 


165 


L.M. 

Hymnal  621 —  Time,  Stojiefield. 
Arm  of  the  Lord  !  awake,  awake, 
Put  on  thy  strength,  the  nations  shake, 
And  let  the  world,  adoring,  see 
Triumphs  of  mercy  wrought  by  thee. 

2  Say  to  the  heathen  from  thy  throne. 
"  I  am  Jehovah — God  alone  ;" 

Thy  voice  their  idols  shall  confound. 
And  cast  their  altars  to  the  ground. 

3  No  more  let  human  blood  be  spilt, 
Vain  sacrifice  for  human  guilt. 
But  to  each  conscience  be  applied 
The  blood  that  flov/ed  from  Jesus'  side. 

4  Almighty  God  !  thy  grace  proclaim, 
In  every  land  declare  thy  name. 
Till  adverse  powers  before  thee  fall, 
And  crown  the  Saviour  Lord  of  all. 


•*-  ^^  Hym7ial  62J — Tu?ie,  Brow?i.     C.  M. 
Behold,  the  mountain  of  the  Lord 

In  latter  days  shall  rise, 
On  mountain  tops,  above  the  hills. 

And  draw  the  wondering  eyes. 


MISSIONARY. 


129 


2  To  this  the  joyful  nations  round, 

All  tribes  and  tongues,  shall  flow  ; 
"  Up  to  the  hill  of  God,"  they  say, 
"And  to  his  house  we'll  go." 

3  The  beams  that  shine  from  Zion's  hill 

Shall  lighten  every  land  ; 
The  King  who  reigns  in  Salem's  towers, 
Shall  all  the  world  command. 

4  No  longer  hosts  encountering  hosts 

Their  millions  slain  deplore  ; 
They  hang  the  trumpet  in  the  hall, 
And  study  war  no  more. 


J^vJi     Hymnal  62^ — Tune,  Groton.     C.  M. 

Jesus,  immortal  King  !  arise, 
Rise  and  assert  thy  sway, 

Till  earth,  subdued,  its  tribute  bring. 
And  distant  lands  obey. 

2  Ride  forth,  victorious  Conqucjror  !  ride, 

Till  all  thy  foes  subm.it, 
And  all  the  powers  of  hell  resign 
Their  trophies  at  thy  feet. 

3  Send  forth  thy  word,  and  let  it  fly 

This  spacious  earth  around, 
Till  every  soul  beneath  the  sun 
Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound. 


130  MISSIONARY. 


4  From  sea  to  sea,  from  shore  to  shore, 
May  Jesus  be  adored, 
And  earth,  with  all  her  millions,  shout 
Hosannas  to  the  Lord. 


X  D  O  Hy7?inal  643—  Tune,  Webb,   fs  (S-  ffs. 

The  morning  light  is  breaking  ; 

The  darkness  disappears  ; 
The  sons  of  earth  are  waking 

To  penitential  tears. 
Each  breeze  that  sweeps  the  ocean 

Brings  tidings  from  afar 
Of  nations  in  commotion, 

Prepared  for  Zion's  war. 

2  Rich  dews  of  grace  come  o'er  us 

In  many  a  gentle  shower, 
And  brighter  scenes  before  us 

Are  opening  every  hour; 
Each  cry  to  heaven  going 

Abundant  answers  brings. 
And  heavenly  gales  are  blowing 

With  peace  upon  their  wings. 

3  See  heathen  nations  bending 

Before  the  God  we  love. 
And  thousand  hearts  ascending 

In  gratitude  above  ; 
While  sinners,  now  confessing, 

The  gospel  call  obey, 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  blessing, 

A  nation  in  a  day. 


MISSIONARY.  131 


Blest  river  of  salvation  ! 

Pursue  thine  onward  way  ; 
Flow  thou  to  every  nation, 

Nor  in  thy  richness  stay — 
Stay  not  till  all  the  lowly 

Triumphant  reach  their  home 
Stay  not  till  all  the  holy 

Proclaim  "The  Lord  is  come.' 


1  RQ 

J-  ^  ^  Hyni7ial  6jg —  Tune,  Avison.     P.  M. 
Chorus. 
Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing  ; 
Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah  is  King. 


Zion,  the  marvelous  story  be  telling, 

The  Son  of  the  Highest,  how  lowly  his 
birth  ; 
The  brightest  archangel  in  glory  excelling, 
He  stoops  to  redeem  thee,  he  reigns  upon 
earth. 

Cho. — Shout  the  glad  tidings,  etc. 

Cho. — Shout  the  glad  tidings,  etc. 
2  Tell  how  he  cometh  ;  from  nation  to  nation. 
The  heart-cheering  news  let  the  earth 
echo  round ; 
How  free  to  the  faithful  he  offers  salvation  ! 
How  his  people  with  joy  everlasting  are 
crowned  ! 
Cho. — Shout  the  glad  tidings,  etc. 


132  MISSIONARY. 


Cho. — Shout  the  glad  tidings,  etc. 
3  Mortals,  your  homage  be  gratefully  bringing. 
And   sweet  let  the  gladsome  hosanna 
arise  ; 
Ye  angels,  the  full  hallelujah  be  singing  ; 
One  chorus  resound  through  the  earth 
and  the  skies. 
Cho. — Shout  the  glad  tidings,  etc. 

J.   I  v^     //ymna/648 — Tune,Zion. 
On  the  mountain's  top  appearing, 
Lo  !  the  sacred  herald  stands, 
Welcome  news  to  Zion  bearing — 
Zion  long  in  hostile  lands  ; 

Mourning  captive  ! 
God  himself  will  loose  thy  bands. 

2  Has  thy  night  been  long  and  mournful. 

All  thy  friends  unfaithful  proved  ? 
Have  thy  foes  been  proud  and  scornful, 
By  thy  sighs  and  tears  unmoved  ? 

Cease  thy  mourning  ; 
Zion  still  is  well  beloved. 

3  God,  thy  God,  will  now  restore  thee, 

He  himself  appears  thy  friend  ; 
All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee. 

Here  their  boasts  and  triumphs  end  ; 

Great  deliverance 
Zion's  King  will  quickly  send. 

4  Peace  and  joy  shall  now  attend  thee, 

All  thy  warfare  now  is  past, 


MISSIONARY.  133 


God,  thy  Saviour,  shall  defend  thee, 
Peace  and  joy  are  come  at  last ; 

All  thy  conflicts 
End  in  everlasting  rest. 


171 


L.M. 
Hymnal 6og —  Tune,  Missionary  Chant. 
Ye  Christian  heralds,  go,  proclaim 
Salvation  in  Emmanuel's  name  ; 
To  distant  climes  the  tidings  bear, 
And  plant  the  rose  of  Sharon  there. 

2  He'll  shield  you  with  a  wall  of  fire, 
With  flaming  zeal  your  breasts  inspire, 
Bid  raging  winds  their  fury  cease. 
And  calm  the  savage  breast  to  peace. 

3  And  when  our  labors  all  are  o'er, 
Then  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more — 
Meet,  with  the  blood-bought  throng  to  fall. 
And  crown  our  Jesus  Lord  of  all. 


172 


Hymnal  6^6 — Tune,  Elthant.       fs. 
Hasten,  Lord  !  the  glorious  time 

When,  beneath  Messiah's  sway. 
Every  nation,  every  clime. 

Shall  the  gospel's  call  obey. 

2  Mightiest  kings  his  power  shall  own, 
Heathen  tribes  his  name  adore  ; 
Satan  and  his  host,  o'erthrown. 

Bound  in  chains,  shall  hurt  no  more. 


134  MISSIONARY. 


3  Then  shall  wars  and  tumults  cease, 

Then  be  banished  grief  and  pain  ; 
Righteousness  and  joy  and  peace 
Undisturbed  shall  ever  reign. 

4  Bless  we,  then,  our  gracious  Lord  ; 

Ever  praise  his  glorious  name  ; 
All  his  mighty  acts  record  ; 

All  his  wondrous  love  proclaim. 

1  7S  ^' 

J.    i  %J  Hyimial  ^2^ —  Tune,  Metidelssohn. 
Hark  !  the  song  of  jubilee, 

Loud  as  mighty  thunders  roar, 
Or  the  fullness  of  the  sea 

When  it  breaks  upon  the  shore  ; 
Hallelujah  !  for  the  Lord 

God  omnipotent  shall  reign  : 
Hallelujah  !  let  the  word 

Echo  round  the  earth  and  main. 

2  Hallelujah  !  hark !  the  sound 

From  the  centre  to  the  skies 
Wakes  above,  beneath,  around, 

All  creation's  harmonies. 
See  Jehovah's  banner  furled. 

Sheathed    his    sword,    he    speaks  —  'tis 
done; 
And  the  kingdoms  of  this  world 

Are  the  kingdoms  of  his  Son. 

3  "  He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole 

With  illimitable  sway  ; 
He  shall  reign  when,  like  a  scroll, 

Yonder  heavens  have  passed  away  ; 


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Then  the  end  :  beneath  his  rod, 
Man's  last  enemy  shall  fall  ; 

Hallelujah  !  Christ  in  God, 

God  in  Christ,  is  all  in  all." 

1  74- 

-^    ■    ■■-  Music — G.  H.  (Sn>  S.  So7igs,  N'o.  2. 
\Vhen  peace,  like  a  river,  attendeth  my  way. 

When  sorrows  like  sea  billows  roll  ; 
Whatever  my  lot,  thou  hast  taught  me  to  say 

It  is  well,  it  is  well  with  my  soul. 

Chorus. 
It  is  well  with  my  soul, 
It  is  well,  it  is  well  with  my  soul. 

2  Though    Satan    should   buffet,  though  trials 

should  come, 
Let  this  blest  assurance  control, 
That  Christ  hath  regarded  my  helpless  estate, 
And  hath  shed  his    own    blood  for  my 

soul.— Cho. 

3  Aly  sin — oh!  the  bliss  ofthis  glorious  thought — 

]My  sin — not  in  part  but  the  whole, 
Is  nailed  to  his  cross,  and  I  bear  it  no  more  ; 
Praise  the  Lord,  praise  the  Lord,  O  my 
soul. — Cho. 

4  And,  Lord,  haste  the  day  when  the  faith  shall 

be  sight. 
The  clouds  be  rolled  back  as  a  scroll. 
The  trump  shall  resound,  and  the  Lord  shall 
descend, 
"  Even  so  " — it  is  well  with  my  soul. 

Cho. 


136  DEATH  AND  JUDGMENT. 


175 


Music — Golde7i  Shower.  L.  M. 


Asleep  in  Jesus  !  blessed  sleep, 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep  ; 
A  calm  and  undisturbed  repose, 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes. 

2  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  oh,  how  sweet 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet ! 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing. 

That  death  hath  lost  its  venomed  sting. 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  peaceful  rest ! 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest ; 
No  fear,  no  woe,  shall  dim  that  hour. 
Which  manifests  the  Saviour's  power. 

4  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  oh,  for  me 
May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be  ! 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 

And  wait  the  summons  from  on  hicrh. 


176 


Music — Zions  Jubilee.     8' s  6^  fs. 


Where  we  oft  have  met  in  gladness, 
On  the  holy  Sabbath  day. 

Now  we  gather,  in  our  sadness, 
Mourning  over  one  away  : 

Tears  are  falling 
On  this  holy  Sabbath  day. 


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2  One  we  loved  has  left  our  number, — 

In  the  narrow  dwelling  laid ; 
There  to  rest,  in  dreamless  slumber, 

Till  the  trump  that  wakes  the  dead  : 

When  the  angel 
From  their  slumbers  wakes  the  dead. 

3  But  while  we  in  sadness  gather, 

Mourning  thus  for  one  away, 
Lo,  the  angels  say,  "Another 

Joins  our  holy  song  to-day  !  " 

Weep  no  longer ; 
Join  with  them  the  sacred  lay. 

4  Let  our  grief,  then,  turn  to  gladness, 

As  we  praise  the  saving  love. 
Which  o'er  every  shade  of  sadness 
Sheds  the  light  of  joys  above  : 

Grief  dispelling 
By  the  light  of  joys  above. 


177 


As  the  twilight  shadows  fall, 
Let  us,  in  the  closing  day,  * 

Mark  the  solemn  hour  when  all 

Earthly  things  shall  fade  away. 

In  the  grave  to  which  we  haste, 
No  repentance  can  be  found  ; 

Shall  we  then  our  moments  waste. 
While  we  stand  on  trial-ground  ? 


7s. 


DEATH  AND  JUDGMENT. 


3  Ere  the  coming  of  that  night, 

(When  its  coming  who  shall  say?) 
Let  us  do  with  all  our  might. 

Strive  and  labor,  watch  and  pray. 

4  Lord,  do  thou  thy  grace  impart  ; 

Penitence  and  faith  bestow  ! 
Come  and  sanctify  each  heart, 
Let  us  thy  salvation  know. 

5  That  when  waning  years  have  fled, 

And  these  scenes  have  passed  away 
Rising  with  the  summoned  dead, 
We  may  wake  to  endless  day. 


178 


L.M. 
How  blest  the  righteous  when  they  die. 

When  holy  souls  retire  to  rest ! 
How  mildly  beams  the  closing  eye! 

How  gently  heaves  the  expiring  breast ! 

2  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away  ; 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er; 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day ; 

So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 

3  Farewell,  conflicting  hope?  and  fears, 

Where  lights  and  shades  alternate  dwell ; 
How  bright  the  unchanging  morn  appears  ! 
Farewell,  inconstant  world,  farewell. 


DEATH  AND  JUDGMENT.  1 39 


4  Life's  duty  done,  as  sinks  the  clay, 

Light  from  its  load  the  spirit  flies  ; 
While  heaven  and  earth  combine  to  say, 

"  How  blest  the  rig^hteous  when  he  dies  !" 


179 


Music — 5.  5.  Hozanna.     fs  &^  d's. 

Time  is  winging  us  away 

To  our  eternal  home  ; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day, 

A  journey  to  the  tomb  : 
Youth  and  vigor  soon  will  flee, 

Blooming  beauty  lose  its  charms  : 
All  that's  mortal  soon  will  be 

Enclosed  in  death's  cold  arms. 

Time  is  winging  us  away 

To  our  eternal  home  ; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day, 

A  journey  to  the  tomb  : 
But  the  Christian  shall  enjoy 

Health  and  beauty  soon  above  ; 
Far  beyond  the  world's  alloy, 

Secure  in  Jesus'  love. 


180 


Music — Fresh  Laurels.  6's. 


One  sweetly  solemn  thought 
Comes  to  me  o'er  and  o'er 

I'm  nearer  my  home  to-day, 
Then  I  have  been  before. 


140  DEATH  AND  JUDGMENT. 

2  Nearer  my  Father's  house, 

Where  many  mansions  be  ; 
I'm  nearer  the  great  white  throne, 
Nearer  the  jasper  sea : 

3  Nearer  the  bound  of  hfe 

Where  we  lay  our  burdens  down 
And  nearer  the  time  to  leave 

The  cross  and  wear  the  crown. 


181 


Music — So7igs  of  Devotion. 
Some  are  sowing  their  seed  in  the  daylight  fair ; 
They  are  sowing  seed  in  the  noonday's  glare  ; 
They  are  sowing  seed  in  the  soft  twilight ; 
They  are  sowing  their  seed  in  the  solemn  night. 

Chorus. 
What  shall  the  harvest  be  ? 
What  shall  the  harvest  be  ? 
What  shall  the  harvest  be  ? 
What  shall  the  harvest  be  ? 

Some  are  sowing  their  seed  of  word  and  deed, 
Whichthe  cold  know  not,  nor  the  carelessheed; 
Oh  !  the  gentle  word,  and  the  kindest  deed, 
Thathave  blestthe  sad  heart  in  its  sorest  need. 
Sweet  shall  the  harvest  be,  etc. 

Some  are  sowing  the  seed  of  noble  deed, 
With  a  sleepless  watch  and  an  earnest  heed  ; 
With  a  ceaseless  hand  in  the  earth  they  sow. 
And  the  fields  are  all  whitening  where'er  they 

so- 
Rich  will  the  harvest  be.  etc. 


DEATH  AND  JUDGMENT.  I41 


4  Whether  sown  in  the  darkness,  or  sown  in 

the  light; 

Whether  sown  in  weakness,  or  sown  in  might ; 

Whether  sown  in  meekness,  or  sown  in  wrath, 

In  the  broadest  highway  or  the  shadowy  path, 

Sure  will  the  harvest  be,  etc. 


182 


L.  M. 

We  are  but  young — yet  we  may  sing 
The  praises  of  our  heavenly  King  ; 
He  made  the  earth,  the  sea,  the  sky, 
And  all  the  starry  worlds  on  high. 

2  We  are  but  young — yet  we  have  heard 
The  gospel  news,  the  heavenly  Word  ; 
If  we  despise  the  only  way. 
Dreadful  will  be  the  judgment  day. 

3  We  are  but  young — yet  we  must  die  ; 
Perhaps  our  latter  end  is  nigh  ; 
Lord,  may  we  early  seek  thy  grace, 
And  find  in  Christ  a  hiding-place  ! 

4  We  are  but  young — we  need  a  guide, 
Jesus,  in  thee  we  would  confide  ; 

Oh  !  lead  us  in  the  path  of  truth. 
Protect  and  bless  our  helpless  youth. 


183 


Music — Book  of  Worship,  S.  M. 

A  few  more  years  shall  roll, 

A  few  more  seasons  come. 
And  we  shall  be  with  those  that  rest, 

Asleep  within  the  tomb. 


142  DEATH  AND  JUDGMENT. 


Chorus. 

Then,  oh,  my  Lord,  prepare 
My  soul  for  that  great  day  ; 

Oh,  wash  me  in  thy  precious  blood, 
And  take  my  sins  away  ! 

2  A  few  more  storms  shah  beat 

On  this  wild,  rocky  shore, 
And  we  sha  J  be  where  tempests  cease, 
And  surges  swell  no  more. — Cho. 

3  A  few  more  struggles  here, 

A  few  more  partings  o'er, 
A  few  more  toils,  a  few  more  tears. 

And  we  shall  weep  no  more. — Cho. 

4  A  few  more  Sabbaths  here 

Shall  cheer  us  on  our  way  : 
And  we  shall  reach  the  endless  rest, 
Th'  eternal  Sabbath  day. — Cho. 


184 


Music — Fresh  Laurels.        8's  &^  6's. 
When  he  cometh,  when  he  cometh. 

To  make  up  his  jewels, 
All  his  jewels,  precious  jewels, 

His  loved  and  his  own  : 

Chorus. 
Like  the  stars  of  the  morning, 
His  bright  crown  adorning, 
They  shall  shine  in  their  beauty, 
Bright  gems  for  his  crown. 


DEATH  AND  JUDGMENT.  1 43 

He  will  crather  he  will  gather 
The  gems  for  his  kingdom  ; 

All  the  pure  ones,  all  the  bright  ones, 
His  loved  and  his  own. — Cho. 

Little  children,  little  children, 
Who  love  their  Redeemer, 

Are  the  jewels,  precious  jewels, 
His  loved  and  his  own. — Cho. 


185 


Is  it  true  that  I  must  lie 
In  the  graveyard,  by  and  by, 
And  with  others,  gone  before, 
Sleep  till  time  shall  be  no  more  ? 
Is  it  true,  oh  !  is  it  true  ? 

2  Is  it  true,  as  many  say. 
Life  is  but  a  passing  day. 
And  that  heaven  is  lost  or  won 
Ere  this  fleeting  day  has  flown  ? 

Is  it  true,  oh  !  is  it  true  ? 

3  Is  it  true  that  on  the  cross 
Jesus  bled  and  died  for  us. 
And,  while  hanging  on  the  tree 
Upward  sent  a  prayer  for  me  ? 

Is  it  true,  oh,  is  it  true  ? 

4  Is  it  true  that  all  death's  slain 
Will  arise  and  live  again, 
And  to  final  judgment  go. 

Some  for  bliss,  and  some  for  woe  ? 
Is  it  true,  oh,  is  it  true  ? 


144  DEATH  AND  JUDGMENT. 


186  c.p.M. 

When  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shait  come 
To  take  thy  ransomed  people  home, 

Shall  I  among  them  stand  ? 
Shall  such  a  worthless  worm  as  I, 
Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die. 

Be  found  at  thy  right  hand  ? 

2  I  love  to  meet  among  them  now, 
Before  thy  feet  with  them  to  bow. 

Though  vilest  of  them  all ; 
But,  can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought ! 
What  if  my  name  should  be  left  out 

When  thou  for  them  shalt  call  ? 

3  O  Lord,  prevent  it  by  thy  grace — 
Be  thou  my  only  hiding-place, 

In  this,  the  accepted  day  ; 
Thy  pardoning  voice,  oh,  let  me  hear, 
To  still  my  unbelieving  fear, 

Nor  let  me  fall,  I  pray. 

4  Among  thy  saints  let  me  be  found, 
Whene'er  the  archangel's  trump  shall  sound, 

To  see  thy  smiling  face  ; 
Then  loudest  of  the  throng  I'll  sing, 
While  heaven's  resounding  mansions  ring 

With  shouts  of  sovereign  grace. 


187 


Only  waiting  till  the  shadows 
Are  a  little  lon^-er  g-rown  : 


DEATH  AND  JUDGMENT.  I45 

Only  waiting  till  the  glimmer 

Of  the  day's  last  beam  is  flown — 

Till  the  night  of  death  is  faded 

From  the  heart  once  full  of  day, 

Till  the  stars  of  heaven  are  breaking 
Through  the  twilight  soft  and  gray. 

Chorus. 
I  am  waiting,  only  waiting 

For  the  summons  to  the  grave — 
And  I'm  trusting,  solely  trusting 

In  almighty  power  to  save. 

2  Only  waiting  till  the  reapers 

Have  their  last  sheaf  gathered  home, 
For  the  summer-time  is  ended, 

And  the  autumn  winds  have  come. 
Quickly,  reapers,  gather  quickly 

All  the  ripe  hours  of  my  heart, 
For  the  bloom  of  life  is  withered, 

And  I  hasten  to  depart. — Cho. 

3  Only  waiting  til!  the  angels 

Open  wide  the  crystal  gate, 
At  whose  feet  I  long  have  lingered, 

Weary,  poor  and  desolate. 
Even  now  I  hear  their  footsteps,  - 

And  their  voices  far  away  ; 
If  they  call  me,  I  am  waiting. 

Only  waiting  to  obey. — Cho. 

4  Only  waiting  till  the  shadows 

Are  a  little  longer  grown  : 
Only  waiting  till  the  glimmer 

Of  the  dav's  last  beam  is  flown — 


146  DEATH  AND  JUDGMENT. 

Then,  from  out  the  gathering  darkness, 
Holy,  deathless  stars  will  rise. 

By  whose  light  my  soul  will  gladly 

Wing  its  passage  to  the  skies. — Cho. 


188 


Music —  Charm. 
Through  the  valley  of  the  shadow  I  must  go, 

Where  the  cold  waves  of  Jordan  roll  ; 
But   the    promise    of  my  Shepherd  will,    I 
know, 
Be  the  rod  and  the  staff  to  my  soul. 
Even  now  down  the  valley  as  I  glide, 

I  can    hear    my  Saviour   say,  "Follow 
me  !  " 
And  with   him    I'm  not  afraid  to  cross  the 

tide, 
There's  a  light  in  the  valley  for  me. 
There's  a  light  in  the  valley. 
There's  a  light  in  the  valley. 
There's  a  light  in  the  valley  for  me, 
And  no  evil  will  I  fear 
While  my  Shepherd  is  so  near, 
There's  a  light  in  the  valley  for  me. 

Now  the  rolling  of  the  billows  I  can  hear, 
As  they  beat  on  the  turf-bound  shore  ; 
But  the  beacon  light  of  love  so  bright  and 
clear. 
Guides  my  bark,  frail   and  lone,  safely 
o'er. 
I  shall  find  down  the  valley  no  alarms, 

For  my  Saviour's   blessed  smile  I  can 
see : 


DEATH  AND  JUDGMENT.  I47 

He  will  bear  me  in  his  loving,  mighty  arms, 
There's  a  light  in  the  valley  for  me. 
There's  a  light  in  the  valley, 
There's  a  light  in  the  valley. 
There's  a  light  in  the  valley  for  me, 
And  no  evil  will  I  fear 
While  my  Shepherd  is  so  near, 
There's  a  light  in  the  valley  for  me. 


189 


In  the  silent  midnight  watches, 

List — thy  bosom's  door  ! 
How  it  knocketh,  knocketh,  knocketh, 

Knocketh  evermore  ! 
Say  not  'tis  thy  pulses  beating, 

'Tis  thy  heart  of  sin  ; 
'Tis  thy  Saviour  knocks,  and  crieth, 

"  Rise,  and  let  me  in  !  " 

Death  comes  down  with  reckless  footsteps, 

To  the  hall  and  hut ; 
Think  you  death  will  tarry  knocking, 

When  the  door  is  shut  ? 
Jesus  waiteth,  waiteth.  waiteth*, 

But  the  door  is  fast ; 
Grieved,  away  thy  Saviour  goeth, 

Death  breaks  in  at  last. 

Then  'tis  time  to  stand  entreating 

Christ  to  let  thee  in  ; 
At  the  gate  of  heaven  beating, 

Wailing  for  thy  sin  ? 


148  TEMPFRANXE. 


Nay  !  alas,  thou  guilty  creature  ! 

Hast  thou,  then,  forgot? 
Jesus  waited  long  to  know  thee, 

Now  he  knows  thee  not ! 

1  QO 

J.  %J  \^     Music — Songs  of  Devotion. 
Rescue  the  perishing, 

Care  for  the  dying, 
Snatch  them  in  pity  from  sin  and  the  grave  ; 

Weep  o'er  the  erring  one, 

Lift  up  the  fallen, 
Tell  them  of  Jesus,  the  mighty  to  save. 

Chorus. 
Rescue  the  perishing, 

Care  for  the  dying  ; 
Jesus  is  merciful, 

Jesus  will  save. 

2  Though  they  are  slighting  him. 

Still  he  is  waiting. 
Waiting  the  penitent  child  to  receive. 

Plead  with  them  earnestly, 

Plead  with  them  gently. 
He  will  forgive  if  they  only  believe. — Cho. 

3  Down  in  the  human  heart. 

Crushed  by  the  tempter, 
Feelings  lie  buried  that  grace  can  restore. 

Touched  by  a  loving  heart, 

Wakened  by  kindness, 
Chords  that  vv-ere  broken  will  vibrate  once 
more. — Cho. 


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Rescue  the  perishing, 

Duty  demands  it ; 
Strength  for  thy  labor  the  Lord  will  provide. 

Back  to  the  narrow  way 

Patiently  win  them  ; 
Tell  the  poor  wanderer  a  Saviour  has  died. 

Cho. 


191 


Music — Golden  Chain.  ifs. 

Chide  mildly  the  erring, 

Kind  language  endears, 
Grief  follows  the  sinful. 

Add  not  to  their  tears  ; 
Avoid  with  reproaches 

Fresh  pain  to  bestow, 
The  heart  which  is  stricken 

Needs  never  a  blow. 

2  Chide  mildly  the  erring, 

Jeer  not  at  their  fall, 
If  strength  be  but  human, 

How  weakly  were  all ! 
What  marvel  that  footsteps 

Should  wander  astray. 
When  tempests  so  shadow 

Life's  wearisome  way. 

3  Chide  mildly  the  erring. 

Entreat  them  with  care, 
Their  natures  are  mortal. 
They  need  not  despair. 


1 50  TEMPERANCE. 


We  all  have  some  frailty, 

We  all  are  unwise, 
The  grace  which  redeems  us 

Must  come  from  the  skies. 


192 


Music — Your  Mission. 

Leagued  with  all  the  powers  of  darkness. 

Foe  to  every  friend  of  truth  ; 
In  our  midst  behold  the  tempter, 

Dealing  poison  to  our  youth. 
See  him  press,  with  gentle  whisper, 

To  their  lips  the  fatal  bowl ; 
While  its  maddening  drops  bewilder 

Every  feeling  of  the  soul. 

Step  by  step  he  leads  his  victim 

To  the  verge  of  dread  despair ; 
Hurls  him  o'er  the  brink  of  ruin, 

Laughs,  and  leaves  him  helpless  there. 
Widowed  hearts  and  homes  deserted ; 

Helpless  children,  orphans  made, — 
What  a  picture  !  God  of  mercy  ! 

Let  this  cruel  tide  be  stayed. 

Friends  of  temperance.  Christian  workers. 

Let  your  glorious  standard  wave  ; 
Up  and  arm  yourselves  for  conflict. 

Fired  with  zeal  and  courage  brave. 
Touch  not,  taste  not,  be  your  motto. 

And  your  watchword  in  the  fight ; 
God  will  give  you  strength  to  conquer. 

He'll  protect  you  in  the  right. 


TEMPERANCE.  I5I 


193 


Tune — Duke  Street. 
Come,  happy  children,  let  us  sing, 
The  pleasures  that  from  temperance  spring, 
Come,  let  the  world  with  wonder  see, 
How  blithe  pure  water-drinkers  be. 

2  The  lovely  clouds  on  high  behold, 
Flying  like  birds  with  wings  of  gold, 
From  river,  lake,  and  mighty  sea. 
The  clouds  pure  water-drinkers  be. 

3  Behold  the  woods,  how  gladly  opes 
Each  bursting  bud  to  drink  sweet  drops 
Of  early  dew — bright,  falling  free  ; 
The  woods  pure  water-drinkers  be. 

4  See,  see,  how  merrily  the  flowers 

Quaff  gentle  Summer's  welcome  showers — 
How  fresh,  how  fair,  how  full  of  glee  I 
The  flowers  pure  water-drinkers  be. 

5  When  God  such  boundless  bounty  showers — 
On  clouds  and  hills,  and  woods  and  flowers, 
And  little  birds — why  should  not  we, 

His  children,  water-drinkers  be  ? 


194 


Tune — Baler  ma . 
There  is  a  drink  that  leads  mankind 

Along  the  downward  way, 
But  we  together  have  combined 

To  put  that  drink  away. 


152  TEMPERANCE. 


2  Dear  Saviour,  guide  us  in  the  right, 
By  thine  ahnighty  power, 
And  help  us  by  thy  Spirit's  might, 
In  every  trying  hour. 

1  y  &        Tune—  Old  Hundred. 

Come,  friends  of  temperance,  ere  we  part 
Join  every  voice  and  every  heart ; 
One  solemn  hymn  to  God  we  raise — 
One  final  song  of  grateful  praise, 

2  Together  we  may  meet  no  more  ; 
But  there  is  yet  a  happier  shore  ; 
And  there  released  from  toil  and  pain, 
May  we  forever  meet  again. 


196 


Tune — Zion. 
From  the  mountain  top  and  valley. 

See  !  the  banner  streaming  high  ! 
While  the  sons  of  freedom  rally. 
To  the  widow's  lonely  cry. 

Sisters  weeping, 
Bids  us  to  the  rescue  fly. 

2  Must  we  see  the  drunkard  reeling, 
Void  of  reason — to  the  grave  ? 
Where's  the  heart  so  dead  to  feeling, 
Who  would  not  a  wanderer  save  ? 

God  of  mercy, 
'Tis  thy  blessing  now  we  crave. 


TEMPERANCE.  1 53 


3  Dearest  Saviour,  oh,  relieve  us, 
Unto  thee  we  humbly  bow  ; 
Let  that  fiend  no  more  deceive  us ; 
Grant  thy  loving  favor  now, 

While  against  him, 
Here  v/e  pledge  a  sacred  vow. 

jL%Ji       Music — Scots  Wha  hae. 

Friends  of  temperance  swell  the  song, 
Young  and  old  the  strain  prolong, 
Make  the  temperance  army  strong. 

And  on  to  victory. 
Lift  your  banners,  let  them  wave. 
Onward  march,  a  world  to  save  ! 
Who  would  fill  a  drunkard's  grave, 

And  bear  his  infamy. 

2  Shrink  not  when  the  foe  appears, 
Spurn  the  coward's  guilty  fears  ; 
Hear  the  shrieks,  behold  the  tears 

Of  ruined  families. 
Raise  the  cry  in  every  spot — 
"  Touch  not,  taste  not,  handle  not," 
Who  would  be  a  drunken  sot. 

The  worst  of  miseries  ? 

3  Give  the  aching  bosom  rest, 
Carry  joy  to  every  breast, 

By  living  soberly. 
Raise  the  glorious  watchword  high, 
"  Touch  not,  taste  not,"  till  you  die 
Let  the  echo  reach  the  sky, 

And  earth  keep  jubilee. 


54  TEMPERANCE. 


X  U  O  Tune— Happy  Land. 

There  is  a  happy  time,  not  far  away, 
When  temperance  truth  shall  shine,  bright, 

bright  as  day ; 
Oh,  then  we  11  sweetly  sing,  make  the  hills  and 

valleys  ring, 
Earth   shall  her  tribute  bring — it's  not  far 

away. 


2  Bright  in  our  happy  band  beams  every  eye ; 

Pledged  with  our  heart  and  hand,  love  can- 
not die  ; 

On,  then,  to  temperance  run,  be  both  health 
and  virtue  won. 

Bright  as  the  noon-day  sun  shines  in  the  sky. 


3  Come,  join  the  temperance  band,  come,  come 
away  ; 

Why  will  ye  doubting  stand  ?  why  still  delay  ? 

Oh,  we  shall  happy  be,  when  we're  from  intem- 
perance free  ; 

Haste !  from  the  danger  flee  !  haste,  haste 
away  ! 


4.  Haste,  then,  the  happy  time,  not  far  away. 
When  temperance  truth  shall  shine,  bright, 

bright  as  day, 
Oh,  then,  we'll  sweetly  sing,  make  the  hills  and 

valleys  ring. 
Earth  shall  her  tribute  bring — it's  not  far  away. 


TEMPERANCE.  1 55 


199 


Tune —  Orionville. 
Great  God,  thy  presence  we  implore 

While  we  together  meet ; 
With  reverence  would  we  humbly  bow 

Before  thy  gracious  seat. 

2  Let  truth  and  temperance  prevail 

Throughout  our  favored  land, 
And  may  a  numerous  host  come  forth 
To  join  our  growing  band. 

3  Let  young  and  old,  let  rich  and  poor, 

Their  energies  unite. 
Until  all  people,  climes  and  tongues 
In  temperance  delight. 


200 


Tune —  The  Star-spangled  Banner. 

Oh  !  say,  don't  you  see  as  in  triumph  it  waves. 
Yon  high-floating  banner,  the  emblem  of 
virtue  ? 
As  a  beacon  it  shines  the  inebriate  to  save, 
It  points  to  salvation  from  ^wine's  base 
allurements. 

In  language  that's  clear. 
It  speaks  to  the  ear, 
Stop,  mortal,  reflect !  of  the  wine-cup  beware  ! 
*Tis  the  temperance  banner,  and  long  may  it 

wave, 
The  emblem  of  virtue,  the  drunkard  to  save. 


1 56  TEMPERANCE. 


2  Long,  long    had    the    tyrant,    old    Alcohol, 

reigned. 
And  spread  devastation  in  every  depart- 
ment ; 
While  millions,  his  victims,  were  annually 
slain, 
And  hundreds  and  thousands  have  died 
broken-hearted; 

But  lo  !  from  above, 
The  angel  of  love 
Presented  this   emblem,  and    faithful  'twill 

prove  ; 
'Tis  the  temperance  banner,  and  long  may  it 

wave, 
The  emblem  of  virtue,  the  drunkard  to  save. 

3  Oh  !  haste  then,  ye  tipplers,  no  longer  dela,y. 

Let  reason  direct  you  to  shun  each  temp- 
tation ; 
Oh !  sign  now  the  pledge,  'tis  the  only  sure 
way, 
To  save  you  from  sinking  in  low  degra- 
dation ; 

For  conquer  we  must, 
Our  cause,  it  is  just, 
Pure  water's  our  motto,  in  God  is  our  trust ; 
The  temperance  banner,  long,  long  may  it 

wave, 
The  emblem  of  virtue,  the  drunkard  to  save. 

2ni 
^^  -*■        Chimes —  Tune,  Zion. 

Round  the  temperance  standard  rally 
All  the  friends  of  human  kind  ; 


TEMPERANCE.  1 57 


Snatch  the  devotees  of  folly, 

Wretched,  perishing,  and  blind  ; 

Kindly  tell  them, 
How  they  comfort  now  may  find. 

2  Bear  the  blissful  tidings  onward, 

Bear  them  all  the  world  around  ; 
Let  the  myriads  thronging  downward 
Hear  the  sweet  and  blissful  sound, 

And  obeying, 
In  the  paths  of  peace  be  found. 

3  Plant  the  temperance  standard  firmly  ; 

Round  it  live  and  round  it  die  • 
Young  and  old  defend  it  sternly 
Till  we  gain  the  victory  ; 

And  all  nations 
Hail  the  happy  jubilee. 

4  Now  unto  the  Lamb  forever. 

Fountain  of  all  light  and  love, 
Let  the  glory  fading  never 
Be  ascribed  to  him  above, 

Whose  compassion, 
Did  the  friends  of  temperance  move. 


202 


Chimes —  Tune,  Webb. 

Lift  high  the  tem.perance  banner  ! 

Ay,  proudly  let  it  wave, 
To  save  the  poor  inebriate 

From  a  degraded  grave. 


158  TEMPERANCE. 


Then,  Christian,  at  your  station, 
To  quell  the  raging  storm  ; 

Let  hearts  and  hands  united 
Strive  for  a  glad  reform. 

Come,  join  the  noble  army. 

Enlist  now  for  the  fight : 
Maintain  our  nation's  honor, 

Firm  stand  ye  for  the  right. 
Promote  the  cause  of  temperance 

To  assist  poor,  fallen  man  ; 
Put  on  the  glorious  armor  ; 

Be  foremost  in  the  van. 

Then  rally  round  the  standard. 

And  let  the  work  go  on, 
Until  the  last  dim  vestige 

Ot  intemperance  is  gone. 
Be  earnest  in  the  battle, 

Your  weapons  boldly  wield  ; 
You'll  surely  gain  the  victory, 

And  make  the  monster  yield. 


203 


Music —  Chimes. 
We're  on  the  road  that  leads  along, 

By  pleasant  field  and  valley  ; 
To  speed  the  right,  we  all  unite, 
Our  forces  we  must  rally, 
Then  come  away, 
Without  delay, 
Your  hearts  and  voices  bringing  ; 
For  we  will  make 
The  echoes  wake. 
And  join  us  in  our  singing. 


TEMPERANCE.  1 59 


Chorus. 

We're  chiming  the  temperance  songs, 
We're  chiming  the  temperance  songs, 
Chiming,  chiming  the  temperance  songs. 

2  Whene'er  we  can,  we  mean  to  break 
The  chain  that  is  enslaving, 
For  surely  we  must  all  agree, 
A  soul  is  worth  the  saving. 

From  noxious  air, 

From  dark  despair, 
We'll  lift  the  soul  degraded, 

Till  with  delight 

He  sees  the  right : 
To  join  us  is  persuaded. — Cho. 

204- 
V^  ^C     Music — Marc  hi7ig  A  lojig. 

The  army  of  temperance  is  gathering  its  men 
From  hill-top  and  mountain,  from  valley  and 

glen  ; 
Cold  water's  our  beverage,  we  are  lusty  and 

strong, 
Then  come  join  our  army  and  be  marching 

along. 

Chorus. 

Marching  along — we  are  marching  along, 
Come  join  our  army  and  be  marching  along  ; 
Cold  water  will  make  us  both   valiant  and 

strong. 
Then  come  join  our  army  and  be  marching 

along. 


l6o  INVITATION. 


2  King  Alcohol's  army  is  mustering  in  might, 
Then  come  to  the  rescue,  come,  join  in  the 

fight; 
With  love  on  our  banner  and  love  in  our 

song, 
We're  sure  now  to  win  as  we're  marchinc: 

along. — Cho. 

3  The  foe  may  outnumber  us  many  a  score, 
But  our  leaders  are  valiant  and  ne'er  will  give 

o'er; 
Our  cause  is  humane,  we  shall  triumph  o'er 

wrong, 
Then  come  join  our  army  and  be  marching 

along. — Cho. 

4  From  mountain  to  lake,  from  the  gulf  to  the 

strand, 
Our  army  is  marching  in    strength  through 

the  land ; 
in  love,  faith,  and  purity,  we  still  will  grow 

strong, 
Then  come  join  our  army  and  be  marching 

along. — Cho. 


205 


Music —  Golden  Shower. 


With  tearful  eyes  I  look  around, 

Life  seems  a  dark  and  |  stormy  |  sea; 

Yet,  'midst  the  gloom,  I  hear  a  sound, 
A  heavenly  |  whisper,  |  Come  to  me. 


INVITATION.  l6l 


2  It  tells  me  of  a  place  of  rest — 

It  tells  me  where  my  |  soul  may  ]  flee  ; 
Oh  !  to  the  weary,  faint,  opprest, 

How  sweet  the  |  bidding,  |  Come  to  |  me. 

3  When  nature  shudders,  loath  to  part 

From  all  I  love,  en-  |  joy,  and  |  see  ; 
When  a  faint  chill  steals  o'er  my  heart, 
A  sweet  voice  |  utters,  j  Come  to  me. 

4  Come,  for  all  else  must  fall  and  die, 

Earth  is  no  resting-  |  place  for  |  thee ; 
Heavenward  direct  thy  weeping  eye, 
I  am  thy  j  portion,  |  Come  to  |  me. 

5  O  voice  of  mercy  !  voice  of  love! 

In  conflict,  grief,  and  |  ago-  |  ny, 
Support  me,  cheer  me  from  above ! 

And  gently  |  whisper,  |  Come  to  |  me. 


206 


Music — Songs  of  Devotion. 
Take  the  cross  without  repining, 

Whatsoe'er  thy  cross  may  be  ; 
Bear  it  up  the  rugged  mountain, — 

Jesus  bore  a  cross  for  thee>. 

Chorus. 

Take  the  cross  and  bear  it  meekly, 

Take  the  cross  and  bear  it  meekly, 

Take  the  cross  and  bear  it  meekly, 

Till  thy  work  on  earth  is  done. 


l62  IXVITATIOX. 


2  Take  the  cross  and  learn  thy  duty. 

Learn  of  Him  v/ho  bids  thee  pray  ; 
He  will  make  it  plain  before  thee, 

Seek  his  counsel  day  by  day. — Cho. 

3  Trials  bring  the  promise  nearer, 

Take  the  cross — thyself  deny, 
Through  the  might  of  Him  who  bore  thee, 
Thou  shalt  conquer  by  and  by. — Cho. 

4  Take  the  cross  and  bear  it  meekly, 

Till  thy  work  on  earth  is  done: 
Till  thy  soul  shall  reach  the  haven. 

Till  thy  starry  crown  is  won. — Cho. 


207 


Music — Golden  Chaift.  8 

Hear  the  royal  proclamation. 
The  glad  tidings  of  salvation. 
Published  to  every  creature, 
To  the  ruined  sons  of  nature. 

Chorus. 
Jesus  reigns,  Jesus  reigns, 
Jesus  reigns, 
Jesus  reigns,  he  reigns  victorious, 
Over  heaven  and  earth  most  glorious, 
Jesus  reigns,  Jesus  reigns, 
Jesus  reigns. 

2  See  the  royal  banner  flying. 
Hear  the  heralds  loudly  crying, 
"  Rebel  sinners,  royal  favor 
Now  is  offered  by  the  Saviour." — Cho. 


INVITATION.  163 


3  "  Here  is  wine,  and  milk,  and  honey  ; 
Come  and  purchase  without  money  ; 
Mercy  flowing  from  a  fountain, 
Streaming  from  the  holy  m.ountain." 

Cho. 

4  Shout,  ye  tongues  of  every  nation, 
To  the  bounds  of  the  creation  ; 
Shout  the  praise  of  Judah's  Lion. 
The  Almighty  Prince  of  Zion. — Cho. 

5  Shout,  ye  saints,  make  joyful  mention, 
Christ  hath  purchased  our  redemption  ; 
Angels,  shout  the  pleasing  story 
Through  the  brighter  worlds  of  glory. 

Cho. 


208 


Music — Golden  Censer. 
Nothing,  either  great  or  small. 

Remains  for  me  to  do  ; 
Jesus  died,  and  paid  it  all, — 

Yes,  all  the  debt  I  owe. 

Chorus. 
Jesus  paid  it  all, 

All  the  debt  I  owe  ; 
Jesus  died  and  paid  it  all, 

Yes,  all  the  debt  I  owe. 

2  When  he  from  his  lofty  throne, 
Stooped  down  to  do  and  die, 
Everything  was  fully  done  ; 

"  'Tis  finished  !"  was  his  cry. — Cho. 


[64  INVITATION. 


3  Weary,  working,  plodding  one, 
Oh,  wherefore  toil  you  so  ? 
Cease  your  doing — all  was  done  ; 
Yes,  ages  long  ago. — Cho. 

3  Till  to  Jesus*  work  you  cling, 

Alone  by  simple  faith, 
"  Doing  "  is  a  deadly  thing, 

Your  "  doing"  ends  in  death. — Cho. 

4  Cast  your  deadly  "  doing  "  down, 

Down  all  at  Jesus'  feet ; 
Stand  in  him,  in  him  alone, 

All  glorious  and  complete. — Cho. 


209 


Music — Golden  Censer. 
We  are  coming,  blessed  Saviour, 

We  hear  thy  gentle  voice  ; 
We  would  be  thine  forever. 

And  in  thy  love  rejoice. 

Chorus. 
We  are  coming,  we  are  coming, 

We  are  coming,  blessed  Saviour, 
We  are  coming,  we  are  coming, 

We  hear  thy  gentle  voice. 

2  We  are  coming,  blessed  Saviour, 
To  meet  that  happy  band. 
And  sing  with  them  forever. 
And  in  thy  presence  stand. 
We  are  coming,  etc., 
To  meet  that  happy  band 


INVITATION.  165 


We  are  coming,  blessed  Saviour, 
Our  Father's  house  we  see — 
A  glorious  mansion  ever 

For  children  young  as  we. 
We  are  coming,  etc., 
Our  Father's  house  we  see. 


4  We  are  coming,  blessed  Saviour, 

That  happy  home  is  ours  ; 
If  here  we  gain  thy  favor 

We'll  reach  those  fragrant  bowers. 
We  are  coming,  etc.. 
That  happy  home  is  ours. 

5  We  are  coming,  blessed  Saviour, 

To  crown  our  Jesus  king, 
And  then  with  angels  ever 
His  praises  we  will  sing. 
We  are  coming,  etc., 
To  crown  our  Jesus  king. 


210 


Music — Go /deft  Censer. 
Never  be  afraid  to  speak  for  Jesus, 

Think  how  much  a  word  can  do 
Never  be  afraid  to  own  your  Saviour, 

He  who  loves  and  cares  for  you. 

Chorus. 
Never  be  afraid,  never  be  afraid, 

Never,  never,  never ; 
Jesus  is  your  loving  Saviour, 

Therefore  never  be  afraid. 


[66  INVITATION. 


2  Never  be  afraid  to  work  for  Jesus  ; 

In  his  vineyard  day  by  day 
Labor  with  a  kind  and  willing  spirit, 
He  will  all  your  toil  repay. — Cho. 

3  Never  be  afraid  to  bear  for  Jesus 

Keen  reproaches  when  they  fall  ; 
Patiently  endure  your  every  trial, 

Jesus  meekly  bore  them  all. — Cho. 

4  Never  be  afraid  to  live  for  Jesus  ; 

If  you  on  his  care  depend, 
Safely  shall  you  pass  through  every  trial, 
He  will  bring  you  to  the  end. — Cho. 


211 


Music — Calvary  Songs. 

Hark  !  the  mighty  tones  sublime, 
Trumpet  tongues  of  olden  time — 
Breathing  on  the  silent  air, 
Shouting  glory  everywhere  ! 
Hark  !  again  their  joyful  sound 
Rings  afar,  the  earth  around  ; 
While  a  vast,  adoring  throng 
Catch  the  strain  and  join  the  song. 

Chorus.  - 
Unto  us  a  child  is  given  ; 
Open  now  the  gates  of  heaven  ; 
Eden  lost,  to  man  restored 
Through  the  birth  of  Christ  the  Lord. 


INVITATION.  167 


2  Mourning  captive,  cease  thy  tears  ; 
Lo  !  the  promised  day  appears, 
Through  the  misty  vale  of  night, 
Bursting  in  a  flood  of  light ; 

Oh,  what  wondrous  things  are  done 
By  the  Father,  through  the  Son  ! 
Oh,  the  smile  of  pardoning  grace. 
Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face  ! — Cho. 

3  Now  with  healing  in  her  wings. 
Hark  !  a  white-robed  angel  sings: 
"  Mortals,  from  the  realms  above 
I  have  borne  my  harp  of  love ; 
Hallelujah  !  sing  with  me  ; 

Hail  our  greatest  Jubilee  ! 
Sing,  in  purest,  sweetest  lays. 
On  this  holy  day  of  days." — Cho. 

^  X  ^       Music— S.  S.  Banner.  L.  M. 

God  calling  yet !  shall  I  not  hear? 
Earth's  pleasures  shall  I  still  hold  dear  ? 
Shall  life's  swift  passing  years  all  fly, 
And  still  my  soul  in  slumbers  lie  ? 

2  God  calling  yet !  shall  I  not  rise  ? 
Can  I  his  loving  voice  despise. 
And  basely  his  kind  care  repay  ? 
He  calls  me  still :  can  I  delay  1 

3  God  calling  yet !  and  shall  he  knock 
And  I  my  heart  the  closer  lock  ? 

He  still  is  waiting  to  receive. 
And  shall  I  dare  his  spirit  grieve  ? 


l68  INVITATION. 

4  God  calling  yet !  and  shall  I  give 
No  heed,  but  still  in  bondage  live  ? 
I  wait,  but  he  does  not  forsake. 

He  calls  me  still :  my  heart,  awake  ! 

5  God  calling  yet ! — I  cannot  stay, 
My  heart  I  yield  without  delay  ; 

Vain  world,  farewell  !  from  thee  I  part, 
The  voice  of  God  hath  reached  my  heart. 


213 


Music — Songs  of  Devotion. 

Come,  with  all  thy  sorrow, 
Weary,  wandering  soul  ; 

Come  to  Him  who  loves  thee,- 
He  will  make  thee  whole. 

Chorus. 

I|:There  is  rest  in  Jesus, 
Sweet,  sweet  rest.  :|| 

2  Come,  in  faith  believing, 

To  his  will  resigned  ; 
Ask,  and  he  will  give  thee  ; 

Seek,  and  thou  shalt  find. — Cho. 

3  See  the  door  of  Mercy, 

Wouldst  thou  enter  there  ? 
Knock,  and  he  will  open  ; 

Lo  !  the  key  is  prayer.— Cho. 


INVITATION.  169 


214.  ^'''  7^'  ^  4S. 

Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched. 
Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore ; 

Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love  and  power  : 

He  is  able, 
He  is  willing  ;  doubt  no  more. 

2  Ho  !  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome, 

God's  free  bounty  glorify  ; 
True  belief  and  true  repentance, 

Every  grace  that  brings  us  nigh, 

Without  money, 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  ; 
All  the  fitness  he  requireth 

Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him  ; 

This  he  gives  you — 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  rising  beam. 

4  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden, 

Lost  and  ruined  by  the  fall  ; 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 
You  may  never  come  at  all. 

Not  the  righteous — 
Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call. 


215 


CM. 


I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 
Come  unto  me  and  rest, — 


170  INVITATION. 


Lay  down,  thou  weary  one,  lay  down 
Thy  head  upon  my  breast : 

I  came  to  Jesus  as  I  was, 

Weary,  and  worn,  and  sad  : 

I  found  in  him  a  resting-place, 
And  he  has  made  me  griad. 


I  heard  the  vo'ce  of  Jesus  say, 

I  am  this  dark  world's  light, — 
Look  unto  me,  thy  morn  shall  rise, 

And  all  thy  day  be  bright : 
I  looked  to  Jesus,  and  I  found 

In  him  my  Star,  my  Sun; 
And  in  that  light  of  life  I'll  walk, 

Till  traveling  days  are  done. 


216 


CM, 


Remember  thy  Creator  now. 
In  these  thy  youthful  days  : 

He  will  accept  thine  earliest  vow  ; 
He  loves  thine  earliest  praise. 

2  Remember  thy  Creator  now  ; 

Seek  him  while  he  is  near — 

For  evil  days  will  come,  when  thou 

Shalt  find  no  comfort  here. 

3  Remember  thy  Creator  now, 

His  willing  servant  be  ; 
Then  when  thy  head  in  death  shall  bow, 
He  will  remember  thee. 


INVITATION.  171 


4  Almighty  God  !  our  hearts  indine 
Thy  heavenly  voice  to  hear  ; 
Let  all  our  future  days  be  thine, 
Devoted  to  thy  fear. 

91  7 

^^  -■■    ■    Music — Happy  Voices.         6" s  &^  4' s 
To-day  the  Saviour  calls  : 

Ye  wanderers  come. 
Oh,  ye  benighted  souls, 

Why  longer  roam  ? 

2  To-day  the  Saviour  calls  ; 

For  refuge  fly ; 
The  storm  of  vengeance  falls. 
Ruin  is  nigh. 

3  To-day  the  Saviour  calls, 

Oh,  listen  now : 
Within  these  sacred  walls 
To  Jesus  bow. 

4  The  Spirit  calls  to-day  ; 

Yield  to  his  power  : 
Oh,  grieve  him  not  away 
'Tis  mercy's  hour. 


218 


Music — Calvary  Songs. 
The  whole  world  was  lost  in  the  darkness  of 
sin  ; 
The  Light  of  the  world  is  Jesus ; 
Like  sunshine  at  noon-day  his  glory  shone  in, 
The  Light  of  the  world  is  Jesus. 


172  INVITATION. 


Chorus. 
Come  to  the  Light,  'tis  shining  for  thee  ; 
Sweetly  the  Light  has  dawned  upon  me; 
Once  I  was  bHnd,  but  now  I  can  see  : 
The  Light  of  the  world  is  Jesus. 

2  No  darkness  have  we  who  in  Jesus  abide. 

The  light  of  the  world  is  Jesus. 
We  walk  in  the  Light  when  we  follow  our 
Guide, 
The  Light  of  the  world  is  Jesus. — Cho. 

3  No  need  of  the  sunlight  in  heaven,  we're 

told, 
The  Light  of  the  world  is  Jesus. 
The  Lamb  is  the  Light  in  the  City  of  Gold, 
The  Light  of  the  world  is  Jesus. — Cho 


219 


Music —  Calvary  Songs. 
Brightly  gleams  our  banner, 

Pointing  to  the  sky, 
Waving  wanderers  onward 

To  their  home  on  high  : 
Journeying  e'er  the  desert, 

Gladly  thus  we  pray, 
And  with  hearts  united 

Take  our  heavenward  way. 

Chorus. 
Brightly  gleams  our  banner, 

Pointing  to  the  sky. 
Waving  wanderers  onward 

To  their  homes  on  hic^h. 


INVITATION.  173 

Jesus,  Lord  and  Master, 

At  thy  sacred  feet, 
Here  with  hearts  rejoicing 

See  thy  children  meet; 
Often  have  we  left  thee, 

Often  gone  astray, 
Keep  us,  mighty  Saviour, 

In  the  narrow  way. — Cho. 

3  All  our  days  direct  us 

In  the  way  we  go. 
Lead  us  on  victorious 

Over  every  foe  ; 
Bid  thine  angels  shield  us 

When  the  storm-clouds  lower, 
Pardon  thou  and  save  us 

In  the  last  dread  hour. — Cho. 

4  Then  with  saints  and  angels 

May  we  join  above, 
Offering  endless  praises 

At  thy  throne  of  love  ; 
When  the  toil  is  over, 

Then  comes  rest  and  peace, 
Jesus,  in  his  beauty  ; — 

Songs  that  never  cease. — Cho. 


220 


Music — Golden  Showers.  C.  M. 

The  Saviour  calls  ;  let  every  ear 
Attend  the  heavenly  sound  ; 

Ye  doubting  souls,  dismiss  your  fear, 
Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 


[74  INVITATION. 


2  Far  every  thirsty,  longing  heart, 

Here  streams  of  bounty  flow, 
And  hfe,  and  health,  and  bhss  impart 
To  banish  mortal  woe. 

3  Ye  sinners,  come,  'tis  mercy's  voice; 

The  gracious  call  obey  ; 

Mercy  invites  to  heavenly  joys, — 

And  can  you  yet  delay  .'' 

4  Dear  Saviour,  draw  reluctant  hearts  ; 

To  thee  let  sinners  fly. 
And  take  the  bliss  that  love  imparts, 
And  drink,  and  never  die. 

"  ^  J-      Music— Book  of  Worship. 
Come  to  Jesus,  come  to  Jesus, 
Come  to  Jesus  just  now  ; 
Just  now  come  to  Jesus, 

Come  to  Jesus,  just  now.    [Matt.  1 1 :  28.] 

2  He  will  save  you,  just  now.     [Acts  16:  31.J 

3  He  is  able,  just  now.     [Heb.  7  :  25.] 

4  He  is  willing,  just  now.     [2  Pet.  3  :  9.] 

5  He'll  receive  you,  just  now.     [John  6:  37.] 

6  He'll  forgive  you,  just  now.     [i  John  i  :  9.] 

7  He'll  renew  you,  just  now.     [2  Cor.  5  :   17.] 

8  Don't  reject  him,  just  now.     [Isa.  53  :  3.] 

9  Only  trust  him,  just  now.     [John  5  :  12.] 
10  Hallelujah,  amen  !     [Rev.  19:  4.] 


INVITATION.  175 


222 


Union  P.  M.  Hymns.  y's. 

Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  wise  ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  : 
Wisdom  if  you  still  despise, 

Harder  is  it  to  be  won. 

2  Hasten  mercy  to  implore, 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun. 
Lest  thy  season  should  be  o'er, 

Ere  this  evening's  course  be  run. 

3  Hasten,  sinner,  to  return, 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  thy  lamp  should  cease  to  burn 
Ere  salvation's  work  is  done. 

4  Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  blest, 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun. 
Lest  perdition  thee  arrest. 

Ere  the  morrow  is  begun. 


223 


L.M. 


Come  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls. 
Ye  heavy-laden  sinners  come; 

I'll  give  you  rest  from  all  your  toils, 

And  raise  you  to  my  heavenly  home. 

2  They  shall  find  rest  that  learn  of  me  ; 
I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind ; 
But  passion  rages  like  the  sea. 

And  pride  is  restless  as  the  wind. 


176  INVITATION. 


3  Blest  is  the  man  whose  shoulders  take 

My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight ; 
My  yoke  is  easy  to  his  neck, 

My  grace  shall  make  the  burden  light. 

4  Jesus,  we  come  at  thy  command, 

With  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal, 
Resign  our  spirits  to  thy  hand, 

To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  will. 

^  ^  ^  Mtisic—  Casket.  8' s  6-  fs. 

Hark  !  I  hear  the  Saviour  calling : 

"  Little  children,  come  to  me  ; 
I  will  bless  you,  save  you,  keep  you, 

I  from  sin  will  set  you  fee." 

Chorus. 
He  calls  again  :  Oh,  let  us,  then, 

.    With  one  united  cry, 
The  call  obey,  and  humbly  say — 
"  Dear  Jesus,  here  am  I." 

2  "Come,"  says  Jesus,  "in  the  morning 

Of  your  bright  and  tender  youth  ; 
I  will  be  your  guide  and  helper, 

I'm  the  Way,  the  Life,  the  Truth." 

Cho. 

3  "  Come  without  a  moment's  waiting. 

In  your  want  and  weakness  come  ; 
I  will  take  you,  I  will  love  you, 

I  will  bring  you  to  my  home." — Cho. 


INVITATION.  177 


"  Come,  for  'twas  to  seek  and  save  you, 
I  to  earth  from  heaven  came  down  ; 

Come,  that  1  may  have  and  hold  you 
In  my  everlasting  crown." — Cho. 

"  Come,  there's  nothing  now  to  hinder, 
Little  child,  whoe'er  thou  art; 

I  for  thee  myself  have  given  ; 

Give  me  back  thyself — thy  heart." 

Cho. 


225 


C.  M. 
Come,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 

A  thousand  thoughts  revolve, — ■ 
Come  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppressed 

And  make  this  last  resolve  : 

2  "  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

High  as  a  mountain  rose  ; 
I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 
Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 

Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer ; 
But  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
And  perish  only  there. 

4  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go, 

I  am  resolved  to  try  ; 
For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
I  must  forever  die," 


178  INVITATION. 


226 


Music — Songs  of  Gladness. 

My  Saviour  stands  waiting,  and  knocks  at 
the  door, 

Has  knocked,  and  is  knocking  again, 
I  hear  his  kind  voice  ;  I'll  reject  him  no  more, 

Nor  let  him  stand  pleading  in  vain. 
In  infinite  mercy  he  came  from  above. 

To  ransom,  to  cleanse  me  from  sin  ; 
I'll  yield  to  the  voice  of  his  merciful  love, 

And  let  my  dear  Saviour  come  in. 


Chorus. 

Saviour,  come  in  ; 

Cleanse  me  from  sin  ; 
Jesus,  my  Saviour,  come  in,  come  in! 

Enter  the  door. 

Waiting  no  more, 
Saviour,  dear  Saviour,  come  in. 


2  O    Saviour,    my    Ransom,    Redeemer,    and 
Friend, 
The  Life,  and  the  Truth,  and  the  Way, 
On  thy  precious  merit  alone  I  depend  ; 
Dwell  in  me,  and  keep  me,  I  pray. 
Thy  goodness  hath  opened  the  door  of  my 
heart ; — 
'Tis  open  in  welcome  to  thee  ; 
Come  in,  blessed  Saviour,  and  never  depart ; 
Come  in,  with  thy  mercy,  to  me. — Cho. 


INVITATION.  179 


227 


"Whosoever    heareth !"    shout,    shout    the 

sound ! 
Send  the  blessed  tidings  all  the  world  around ; 
Spread  the    joyful  news   wherever   man   is 

found — 
"  Whosoever  will,  may  come." 

Chorus. 
"  Whosoever  will,  whosoever  will," 
Send  the  proclamation  over  vale  and  hill. 
'Tis  a  loving  father  calls  the  wanderer  home — 
"  Whosoever  will,  may  come." 

2  Whosoever  cometh,  need  not  delay — 
Now  the  door  is  open,  enter  while  ye  may  ; 
Jesus  is  the  true,  the  only  living  way — 

"  Whosoever  will,  may  come." — Cho. 

3  "  Whosoever  will" — the  promise  is  secure  ; 
"  Whosoever  will" — forever  must  endure  ; 
"  Whosoever  will" — 'tis  life  forevermore  ; 

"Whosoever  will,  may  come." — Cho. 


228 


Open  the  door  for  the  children,* 

Tenderly  gather  them  in  ; 
In  from  the  highways  and  hedges, 

In  from  the  places  of  sin. 
Some  are  so  young  and  so  helpless, 

Some  are  so  hungry  and  cold  ; 
Open  the  door  for  the  children — 

Gather  them  into  the  fold. 


I  So  INVITATION. 


Open  the  door  for  the  children  ; 

See,  they  are  coming  in  throngs  ; 
Bid  them  sit  down  to  the  banquet, 

Teach  them  your  beautiful  songs  ! 
Pray  you  the  Father  to  bless  them. 

Pray  you  that  grace  may  be  given, 
Open  the  door  for  the  children — 

Heirs  of  the  kingdom  of  heaven. 

Open  the  door  for  the  children, 

Take  the  dear  lambs  by  the  hand  ; 
Point  them  to  truth  and  to  goodness, 

Send  them  to  Canaan's  land. 
Some  are  so  young  and  so  helpless, 

Some  are  so  hungry  and  cold — 
Open  the  door  for  the  children, 

Gather  them  into  the  fold. 


229 


Music — Songs  of  Gladness. 
Come,  come  to  Jesus  ! 

He  waits  to  welcome  thee  ; 
O  wanderer,  eagerly ; 

Come,  come  to  Jesus  ! 

2  Come,  come  to  Jesus  ! 

He  waits  to  ransom  thee, 
O  slave  !  eternally; 

Come,  come  to  Jesus  ! 

3  Come,  come  to  Jesus  ! 

He  waits  to  lighten  thee, 
O  burdened  !  graciously  ; 
Come'  come  to  Jesus  ! 


INVITATION.  l8l 


4  Come,  come  to  Jesus  ! 

He  waits  to  give  to  thee, 
O  blind  !  a  vision  free ; 
Come,  come  to  Jesus  ! 


230 


Music —  Charm. 
Knocking,  knocking — who  is  there  ? 
Waiting,  waiting,  oh,  how  fair! 
'Tis  a  pilgrim,  strange  and  kingly, 

Never  such  was  seen  before  ; 
Ah,  my  soul,  for  such  a  wonder, 

Wilt  thou  not  undo  the  door  ? 

2  Knocking,  knocking — still  he's  there, 
Waiting,  waiting,  wondrous  fair ; 

But  the  door  is  hard  to  open. 
For  the  weeds  and  ivy-vine, 

With  their  dark  and  clinging  tendrils, 
Ever  round  the  hinges  twine. 

3  Knocking,  knocking — what  !  still  there  ? 
Waiting,  waiting,  grand  and  fair ; 

Yes,  the  pierced  hand  still  knocketh — 
And  beneath  the  crowned  hair 

Beam  the  patient  eyes,  so  tender, 
Of  thy  Saviour,  waiting  there. 


231 


Music —  Charm. 
Come  to  the  Saviour,  make  no  delay  ; 
Here  in  his  word  he's  shown  us  the  way  ; 
Here  in  our  midst  he's  standing  to-day. 
Tenderly  saying,  "  Come  !  " 


1 82  INVITATION. 


Chorus. 

Joyful,  joyful  will  the  meeting  be, 
When  from  sin  our  hearts  are  pure  and  free, 
And  we  shall  gather,  Saviour,  with  thee  • 
In  our  eternal  home. 

2  "  Suffer  the  children  !  "  oh,  hear  his  voice  ; 
Let  every  heart  leap  forth  and  rejoice, 
And  let  us  freely  make  him  our  choice  : 

Do  not  delay,  but  cofne. — Cho. 

3  Think  once  again  ;  he's  with  us  to-day — 
Heed  now  his  blest  commands,  and  obey  ; 
Hear  now  his  accents  tenderly  say, 

"  Will  you,  my  children,  come  ?  " — Cho. 


232 


Music — Pure  Gold. 
Who'll  be  the  next  to  follow  Jesus  ? 

Who'll  be  the  next  his  cross  to  bear  ? 
Some  one  is  ready,  some  one  is  waiting — 

Who'll  be  the  next  a  crown  to  wear  ? 

Chorus. 
Who'll  be  the  next  ?    Who'll  be  the  next  ? 
Who'll  be  the  next  to  follow  Jesus  .'' 
Who'll  be  the  next  to  follow  Jesus .?  follow 
Jesus  now  ? 

W^ho'll  be  the  next  to  follow  Jesus — 
Follow  his  weary,  bleeding  feet  ? 

Who'll  be  the  next  to  lay  every  burden 

Down  at  the  Father's  mercy  seat  ? — Cho. 


INVITATION.  183 


3  Who'll  be  the  next  to  follow  Jesus  ? 

Who'll  be  the  next  to  praise  his  name  ? 
Who'll  swell  the  chorus  of  free  redemption — 
Sing  hallelujah!  praise  the  Lamb  1 — Cho. 

4  Who'll  be  the  next  to  follow  Jesus  ? 

Down  through  the  Jordan's  rolling  tide  ? 
Who'll  be  the  next  to  join  with  the  ransomed, 
Singing  upon  the  other  side  ? — Cho. 


233 


Oh,  word  of  words  the  sweetest, 

Oh,  word,  in  which  there  lie 
All  promise,  all  fulfillment, 

And  end  of  mystery  ; 
Lamenting,  or  rejoicing. 

With  doubt  or  terror  nigh, 
I  hear  the  "  Come  "  of  Jesus, 

And  to  his  cross  I  fly. 

Refrain. 
||:Come,  oh,  come  to  me, 

Come,  oh,  come  to  me  ; 
Weary,  heavy-laden, 

Come,  oh,  come  to  me.:|| 

O  soul  !  why  shouldst  thou  wander 

From  such  a  loving  Friend  ? 
Cling  closer,  closer  to  him. 

Stay  with  him  to  the  end. 
Alas  !  I  am  so  helpless. 

So  very  full  of  sin, 
For  I  am  ever  wandering, 

And  coming  back  again, — Ref. 


1 84  INVITATION. 


Oh,  each  time  draw  me  nearer, 

That  soon  the  "  Come  "  may  be 
Naught  but  a  gentle  whisper 

To  one  close,  close  to  thee  ; 
Then  over  sea  and  mountain, 

Far  from,  or  near  my  home, 
I'll  take  thy  hand  and  follow. 

At  that  sweet  whisper,  "  Come  !  " 

Ref. 


234 


The  Master  is  come,  and  calleth  for  thee. 
He  stands  at  the  door  of  thy  heart ; 

No  friend  so  forgiving,  so  gentle  as  he, 
Oh  !  say,  wilt  thou  let  him  depart  ? 

Refrain. 

Patiently  waiting,  earnestly  pleading, 

Jesus,  thy  Saviour,  knocks  at  thy  heart. 

Patiently  waiting,  earnestly  pleading, 

Jesus,  thy  Saviour,  knocks  at  thy  heart. 

2  The  Master  has  come  with  blessings  for  thee, 

Arise,  and  his  message  receive  ; 
Thy  ransom  is  purchased,  thy  pardon  is  free. 
If  thou  wilt  repent  and  believe. — Ref. 

3  The  Master  is  come,  and  calleth  thee  now, 

This  moment  what  joy  may  be  thine  ; 
How  tender  the  smile  that  illumines  his  brow, 
A  pledge  of  his  favor  divine. — Ref. 


INVITATION. 


4  He  waits  for  thee  still,  then  haste  with  delight, 
Oh,  fly  to  the  arms  of  his  love, 
Press  on  to  that  beautiful  mansion  of  light, 
Prepared  in  his  kingdom  above. — Ref. 


235 


Why  do  you  wait,  dear  brother, 
Oh,  why  do  you  tarry  so  long  ? 

Your  Saviour  is  waitmg  to  give  you 
A  place  in  his  sanctified  throng. 

Chorus. 

Why  not  ?  why  not  ? 

Why  not  come  to  him  now  ? 
Why  not  ?  why  not  ? 

Why  not  come  to  him  now  ? 

2  What  do  you  hope,  dear  brother, 

To  gain  by  a  further  delay  ? 
There's  no  one  to  save  you  but  Jesus, 
There's  no  other  way  but  his  way. 

Cho. 

3  Do  you  not  feel,  dear  brother, 

His  Spirit  now  striving  within  ? 
Oh,  why  not  accept  his  salvation, 

And  throwoff  thy  burden  of  sin  ? — Cho. 

4  Why  do  you  wait,  dear  brother, 

The  harvest  is  passing  away, 
Your  Saviour  is  longing  to  bless  you, 
There's  danger  and  death  in  delay  ? 

Cho. 


l86  FAITH. 


236 


d's  &^  4  s. 


My  faith  looks  up  to  thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary, 

Saviour  divine  ! 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray, 
Take  all  my  guilt  away  ; 
Oh,  let  me,  from  this  day, 

Be  wholly  thine. 

May  thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart, — 

My  zeal  inspire  ; 
As  thou  hast  died  for  me, 
Oh,  may  my  love  to  thee 
Pure,  warm  and  changeless  be, — 

A  living  fire. 

While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread, 

Be  thou  my  guide  ; 
Bid  darkness  turn  to-day, 
Wipe  sorrow's  tear  away. 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  thee  aside. 

When  ends  life's  transient  dream. 
When  death's  cold  sullen  stream 

Shall  o'er  me  roll, 
Blest  Saviour,  then,  in  love. 
Fear  and  distress  remove  , 
Oh  !  bear  me  safe  above, — 

A  ransomed  soul. 


FAITH.  187 


237 


Music — Gold €71  Shower.  fs. 

Jesus  loves  me  !  this  I  know, 
For  the  Bible  tells  me  so  ; 
Little  ones  to  him  belong, 
They  are  weak,  but  he  is  strong. 

Chorus. 
Yes,  Jesus  loves  m.e, 
Yes,  Jesus  loves  me, 
Yes,  Jesus  loves  me, 
The  Bible  tells  me  so. 

2  Jesus  loves  me  !  he  who  died 
Heaven's  gate  to  open  v/ide, 
He  will  wash  away  my  sin, 

Let  his  little  child  come  in. — Cho. 

3  Jesus  loves  me  !  loves  me  still, 
Though  I'm  very  weak  and  ill  ; 
From  his  shining  throne  on  high, 
Comes  to  watch  me  where  I  lie. — Cho. 

4  Jesus  loves  me  ;  he  will  stay 
Close  beside  me,  all  the  way  ; 
If  I  love  him,  when  I  die,    • 

He  will  take  me  home  on  high. — Cho. 

OOQ 

^^^   Music — Golden  Censer.       &s&^4S. 

Fade,  fade  each  earthly  joy, 

Jesus  is  mine; 
Break  every  tender  tie, 

Jesus  is  mine ; 


l88  FAITH, 


Dark  is  the  wilderness, 
Earth  has  no  resting-place, 
Jesus  alone  can  bless.. 
Jesus  is  mine. 


Tempt  not  my  soul  away, 

Jesus  is  mine ; 
Here  would  I  ever  stay, 

Jesus  is  mine ; 
Perishing  things  cf  clay, 
Born  but  for  one  brief  day, 
Pass  from  my  heart  away, 

Jesus  is  mine. 


3  Farewell,  ye  dreams  of  night, 

Jesus  is  mine; 
Lost  in  this  dawning  light 

Jesus  is  mine  ; 
All  that  my  soul  has  tried 
Left  but  a  dismal  void, — 
Jesus  has  satisfied, 

Jesus  is  mine. 


Farewell,  mortality, 

Jesus  is  mine ; 
Welcome,  eternity, 

Jesus  is  mine ; 
Welcome,  O  loved  and  blest. 
Welcome,  sweet  scenes  of  rest. 
Welcome,  my  Saviour's  breast, 

Jesus  is  mine. 


FAITH.  189 


239 


Music —  Golden  Censer. 


Jesus  is  our  pilot, 

No  one  else  can  guide 
Our  frail  bark  in  safety 

O'er  life's  stormy  tide. 
When  the  waves  of  trouble 

Baffle  human  skill, 
He  can  always  calm  them 

With  his  '*  Peace,  be  still !" 

Chorus. 
Jesus  is  our  pilot ; 

Guided  by  his  hand, 
We  shall  reach  the  haven 

On  the  golden  strand. 

2  Jesus  is  our  pilot ; 

Leaning  on  his  arm, 
We  are  safe  from  danger, 

Safe  from  fear  and  harm. 
In  his  strong  protection 

Let  us  ever  rest ; 
Refuge  from  all  sorrow 

On  his  faithful  breast.— Cho. 

3  Jesus  is  our  pilot, 

Well  he  knows  the  way 
From  these  earthly  shadows 

To  the  realms  of  day. 
He  can  find  that  harbor 

Others  seek  in  vain, 
Where,  as  Lord  of  glory, 

Evermore  he'll  reign. — Cho. 


190  FAITH. 


240 


Music — Golden  Censer.  8's. 

Jesus,  to  thy  dear  arms  1  flee, 
I  have  no  other  hope  but  thee ; 
For  thou  dost  suffer  me  to  come ; 
Oh,  take  a  little  wanderer  home. 

2  Jesus,  I'll  try  my  cross  to  bear, 
I'll  follow  thee  and  never  fear  ; 
From  thy  dear  fold  I  would  not  roam  ; 
Oh,  take  a  little  wanderer  home. 

3  Jesus,  I  cannot  see  thee  here,  * 
Yet  still  I  know  thou'rt  very  near  ; 
Oh,  say  my  sins  are  all  forgiven. 
And  I  shall  dwell  with  thee  in  heaven. 

4  And  now,  dear  Jesus,  I  am  thine, 
Oh,  be  thou  ever,  ever  mine, 
And  let  me  never,  never  roam 
From  thee,  the  little  wanderer's  home. 


241 


5.  AL 
Our  times  are  in  thy  hand, 

O  God,  we  wish  them  there ; 
Our  life,  our  friends,  our  souls,  we  leave 

Entirely  to  thy  care. 

2  Our  times  are  in  thy  hands, 
Whatever  they  may  be. 
Pleasing  or  painful,  dark  or  bright, 
As  best  may  seem  to  thee. 


FAITH.  191 


3  Our  times  are  in  thy  hand, 

Why  should  we  doubt  or  fear  ? 
A  Father's  hand  will  never  cause 
His  child  a  needless  tear. 

4  Our  times  are  in  thy  hand, 

Jesus,  the  crucified  ; 
The  hand  our  many  sins  have  pierced 
Is  now  our  guard  and  guide. 


242 


Music — Royal  Diadem. 
There's  rest  on  the  bosom  of  Jesus, 

For  all  who  are  weary  of  sin  : 
There's  pardon  and  peace  for  the  erring, 

For  those  who  as  conquerors  win. 

Chorus. 
Rest,  rest,  rest, 

Yes !  rest  for  the  weary  and  sad  ; 
There's  rest  on  the  bosom  of  Jesus  ; 

He  makes  all  the  sorrowing  glad. 

2  There's  rest  on  the  bosom  of  Jesus  ; 

And  joy  that  the  world  cannot  give  ; 
Oh,  bring  all  your  sorrows  unto" him  ! 

Oh,  trust  in  his  mercy  and  live  ! — Cho. 

3  There's  rest  on  the  bosom  of  Jesus, 

When  life's  day  of  trial  is  past ; 
Oh,  let  us  be  faithful  and  serve  him, 

That  we  may  be  worthy  at  last ! — Cho. 


[92  FAITH. 


4  There's  rest  on  the  bosom  of  Jesus ; 
Yes,  hfe  everlasting  and  blest ; 
We'll  fear  not  the  grave,  for  our  Saviour 
Will  lead  us  to  heavenly  rest. — Cho. 


^^^^J      Music — Golde7i  Censer. 

Oh,  if  my  house  is  built  upon  a  rock, 

I  know  it  will  stand  forever  ; 
The    floods     may     come     and    the    rolling 

thunder's  shock 
May  beat  upon  my  house  that  is  founded  on 
a  rock, 
But  it  never   will   fall,  never  will  fall, 
never,  never,  never. 


Chorus. 

My  rock  is  firm,  it  is  my  sure  foundation, 
'Tis  Jesus  Christ,  my  loving  Saviour, 
Jesus  Christ,  my  loving  Saviour, 

The  rock  of  my  salvation.  :|| 


For  He  whose  word  is  lasting  as  the  hills, 

Whose  truth  is  unchanging  ever. 
Hath  said  my  house  on  the  solid  rock  shall 

stand. 
He'll  hold  it  by  his  might  in  the  hollow  of 
his  hand. 
And   it   never   will  fall,  never  will  fall, 
never,  never,  never. — Cho. 


FAITH.  193 

3  Oh,  if  my  house  is  built  upon  the  sand, 

'Twill  fall  when  the  tloods  are  swelling  ; 
The   winds   will  blow    and  th2  tempest  will 

descend, 
And  beat  upon  my  house  that  is  built  upon 
the  sand. 
And   it   surely   will   fall — never  to  rise, 
never,  never,  never. — Cho. 


4  Then  let  my  house  be  built  upon  a  rock, 
For  there  will  it  stand  forever  ; 
The     floods    may    come,    and    the    rolling 

thunder's  shock 
May  beat  upon  my  house  that  is  founded  on 
a  rock, 
But   it  never   will  fall,    never   will  fall, 
never,  never,  never. — Cho. 


244 


Music — Gold €71  Censer.  L.  M. 

He  leadeth  me  !  oh,  blessed  thought. 
Oh,  words  with  heavenly  comfort  fraught ; 
Whate'er  I  do,  where'er  I  be. 
Still  'tis  God's  hand  that  leadeth  me  ! 


Chorus. 

He  leadeth  me  !  He  leadeth  me  ! 
By  his  own  hand  he  leadeth  me  ; 
His  faithful  follower  I  would  be, 
For  by  his  hand  he  leadeth  me. 


194  FAITH. 


2  Sometimes  'mid  scenes  of  deepest  gloom, 
Sometimes  where  Eden's  bowers  bloom, 
By  waters  still,  o'er  troubled  sea — 

Still  'tis  his  hand  that  leadeth  me  ! — Cho. 

3  Lord,  I  would  clasp  thy  hand  in  mine, 
Nor  ever  murmur  nor  repine — 
Content,  whatever  lot  I  see, 

Since  'tis  my  God  that  leadeth  me. — Cho. 

4  And  when  my  task  on  earth  is  done, 
When,  by  thy  grace,  the  victory's  won, 
E'en  death's  cold  Avave  I  will  not  flee, 
Since  God  through  Jordan  leadeth  me. 

Cho. 


245 


Music — New  Golden  Shower.  8' s  &'  fs^ 
Precious  Saviour,  I  have  found  thee, 

Now  I  feel  thy  power  divine  ; 
In  my  raptured  soul  reflected 

I  can  see  thy  glory  shine. 

Chorus. 
What  a  change  from  grief  to  gladness, 

Lost  in  w^onder  I  adore; 
Precious  Saviour,  I  have  found  thee, 

Thou  art  mine,  I  ask  no  more. 

2  Earthly  pleasures  fading  round  me, 
Like  the  autumn  leaf  may  fall ; 
Jesus,  thou  wilt  give  me  comfort, 

Thou  art  dearer  far  than  all. — Cho. 


FAITH.  195 


3  I  will  praise  thee,  I  will  bless  thee  ; 
This  my  happy  song  shall  be, 
When  I  reach  the  port  of  glory, 
Jesus,  thou  hast  died  for  me. 

Chorus. 

Saved  by  grace,  thy  child  forever. 

Lost  in  wonder,  love  and  praise  : 

Precious  Saviour,  I  have  found  thee, 

Thou  art  mine,  I  ask  no  more. 


246 


Music — New  Golden  Shower. 


When  clouds  hang  darkly  o'er  my  way 

And  earthly  comfort  dies, 
On  thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God, 

My  every  hope  relies. 
I  hear  thy  Spirit's  gentle  voice, 

Thy  cross  by  faith  I  see, — 
Thy  precious  blood,  O  dying  Lamb, 
Redeems  and  makes  me  what  I  am. 

For  thou  hast  died  for  me. 

My  soul,  confiding  in  thy  word. 

Can  rest  securely  there,- 
And  feel  at  peace  in  every  storm, 

Beneath  thy  watchful  care  ; 
A  sinner  lost,  but  saved  by  grace. 

Be  this  my  only  plea  : 
Thy  precious  blood,  O  dying  Lamb. 
Redeems  and  makes  me  what  I  am. 

For  thou  hast  died  for  me. 


196  FAITH. 


3  Oh,  when  I  leave  this  mortal  scene, 

And  rise  to  worlds  of  light ; 
Then  shall  I  see  thee  as  thou  art 

Arrayed  in  glory  bright : 
There  by  the  living  stream  divine, 

My  raptured  song  shall  be  : 
Thy  precious  blood,  O  dying  Lamb, 
Redeems  and  makes  me  what  1  am, 

For  thou  hast  died  for  me. 

04.7 

^^^^  ■       Music — Songs  of  Devoti07i. 

Weeping  will  not  save  me — 
Though  my  face  were  bathed  in  tears, 
That  could  not  allay  my  fears, 
Could  not  wash  the  sins  of  years — 
Weeping  will  not  save  rne. 

Chorus. 
Jesus  wept  and  died  for  me, 
Jesus  suffered  on  the  tree, 
Jesus  waits  to  make  me  free — 
He  alone  can  save  me. 

2  Working  will  not  save  me — 
Purest  deeds  that  I  can  do, 
Holiest  thought  and  feelings  too, 
Cannot  form  my  soul  anew — 

Working  will  not  save  me. — Cho. 

3  Waiting  will  not  save  me — 
Helpless,  guilty,  lost,  I  lie  ; 
In  my  ear  is  mercy's  cry  ; 
If  I  wait  I  can  but  die — 

Waiting?  will  not  save  mc. — Cho. 


FAITH.  197 


4  P'aith  in  Christ  will  save  me — 
Let  me  trust  thy  weeping  Son  ; 
Trust  the  work  that  he  has  done  ; 
To  his  arms,  Lord,  help  me  run — 

Faith  in  Christ  will  save  me. — Cho. 


248 


S.M. 

Hy7nnal  180  —  Time,  Lebanon. 
Jesus,  my  strength,  my  hope  ! 

On  thee  I  cast  my  care  ; 
With  humble  confidence  look  up, 

And  know  thou  hear'st  my  prayer  ; 
Give  me  on  thee  to  wait, 

Till  I  can  all  things  do  ; 
On  thee, — almighty  to  create, 

Almighty  to  renew. 

I  rest  upon  thy  word ; 

The  promise  is  for  me  ; 
My  succor  and  salvation.  Lord, 

Shall  surely  come  from  thee  ; 
But  let  me  still  abide. 

Nor  from  my  hope  remove, 
Till  thou  my  patient  spirit  guide 

Into  thy  perfect  love. 

I  want  a  sober  mind, 

A  self-renouncing  will. 
That  tramples  down  and  casts  behind, 

The  baits  of  pleasing  ill ; 
A  soul  inured  to  pain. 

To  hardship,  grief,  and  loss  ; 
Bold  to  take  up,  firm  to  sustain, 

The  consecrated  cross. 


FAITH. 


I  want  a  godly  fear, 

A  quick  discerning  eye, 
That  looks  to  thee  when  sin  is  near, 

And  sees  the  tempter  fly  ; 
A  spirit  still  prepared, 

And  armed  with  jealous  care  ; 
Forever  standing  on  its  guard, 

And  watching  unto  prayer. 


249 


Music — G.  H.  &^  S,  Songs,  No.  2. 

Simply  trusting  every  day. 
Trusting  through  a  stormy  way  ; 
Even  when  my  faith  is  small. 
Trusting  Jesus,  that  is  al'. 

Chorus. 

Trusting  as  the  moments  fly, 
Trusting  as  the  days  go  by  ; 
Trusting  him,  whate'er  befall, 
Trusting  Jesus,  that  is  all. 

2  Brightly  doth  his  Spirit  shine 
Into  this  poor  heart  of  mine  ; 
While  he  leads  I  cannot  fall. 
Trusting  Jesus,  that  is  all. — Cho. 


Singing,  if  my  way  is  clear ; 
Praying  if  the  path  is  drear ; 
If  in  danger,  for  him  call. 
Trusting  Jesus,  that  is  all. — Cho. 


FAITH.  199 


4  Trusting  him  while  life  shall  last, 
Trusting  him  till  earth  is  past ; 
Till  within  the  jasper  wall, 
Trusting  Jesus,  that  is  all. — Cho. 


250 


CM. 


I  love  to  steal  awhile  away 

From  every  cumbering  care. 

And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer, 

2  I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear, 
And  all  his  promises  to  plead, 

Where  none  but  God  can  hear. 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past. 

And  future  good  implore. 
And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  him  whom  I  adore. 


4  I  love  by  faith  to  take  a  view 

Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven  ; 
The  prospect  does  my  strength  renew 
While  here  by  tempests  driven, 

5  Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er. 

May  its  departing  ray 
Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour. 
And  lead  to  endless  day. 


200  FAITH, 


251 


I  am  coming  to  the  cross  ; 

I  am  poor,  and  weak,  and  blind ; 
I  am  counting  all  but  dross, 

I  shall  full  salvation  find. 

Chorus. 

I  am  trusting,  Lord,  in  thee, 
Dear  Lamb  of  Calvary  ; 
Humbly  at  thy  feet  I  bow  : 
Save  me,  Jesus,  save  me  now. 

2  Long  my  heart  has  sighed  for  thee  ; 

Long  has  evil  reigned  within  ; 
Jesus  sweetly  speaks  to  me, 

"  I  will  cleanse  you  from  all  sin." 

Cho. 

3  Here  I  give  my  all  to  thee. 

Friends,  and  time,  and  earthly  store. 
Soul  and  body  thine  to  be — 

Wholly  thine,  forevermore.— Cho. 

4  In  the  promises  I  trust — 

Now  I  feel  the  blood  applied : 
I  am  prostrate  in  the  dust, 

I  with  Christ  am  crucified. — Cho. 

5  Jesus  comes  !  he  fills  my  soul  ; 

Perfected  in  love  I  am  ; 
I  am  every  whit  made  whole — 

Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb  ! — Cho. 


FAITH,  20I 


252 


Music — So7igs  of  Gladness. 
Blessed  comfort !  while  I'm  sleeping 
God  his  constant  watch  is  keeping  ; 
Ever  wakeful,  never  slumbering, 
Every  hair  in  mercy  numbering  ; 
Ne'er  his  helpless  child  forgetting  ; — 
Never  weary,  never  letting 
Any  danger  come  too  near  me, 
Present,  day  and  night,  to  cheer  me. 

E'en  in  hours  of  darkest  danger. 
Hungering,  thirsting,  or  a  stranger, 
Trust  I  in  my  God  to  guide  me, — 
All  things  needful  he'll  provide  me  : 
Trouble  I  need  never  borrow. 
Care  nor  anguish  for  the  morrow  ; 
Doubt  nor  grief  need  ever  vex  me  ; 
Blessed  comfort — God  protects  me. 

Safe,  in  house  by  mercy  builded, 

By  Jehovah's  sunlight  gilded. 

On  foundation  sure  erected. 

By  eternal  love  protected  ; — 

In  his  everlasting  dwelling, 

All  his  grace  and  goodness  telling ; — 

Joyful  in  his  full  salvation, 

Jesus  is  my  Rock,  Foundation. 


202 


253 


Music — Songs  of  Gladjiess. 

Tossed  with  rough  winds,  and  faint  v/ith  fear. 
Above  the  tempest,  soft  and  clear. 
What  still  small  accents  greet  mine  car  ? 
'Tis  I,  be  not  afraid. 

2  'Tis  I,  who  led  thy  steps  aright ; 

'Tis  I,  who  gave  thy  blind  eyes  sight ; 
'Tis  I,  thy  Lord,  thy  Life,  thy  Light, 
'Tis  I,  be  not  afraid. 

3  These  raging  winds,  this  surging  sea, 
Bear  not  a  breath  of  wrath  to  thee  ; 
That  storm  has  all  been  spent  on  me, 

'Tis  I,  be  not  afraid. 

4  When  on  the  other  side,  thy  leet 

Shall  rest  'mid  thousand  welcomes  sweet, 
One  well-known  voice  thy  heart  shall  greet, 
'Tis  I,  be  not  afraid. 


254 


Music — Songs  of  Gladness. 

The  shadow  of  the  Rock  ! 
Stay,  pilgrim,  stay  ! 
Night  treads  upon  the  heels  of  day  ; 
There  is  no  other  resting-place  this  way. 
The  Rock  is  near, 
The  well  is  clear — 
Rest  in  the  shadow  of  the  Rock. 


FAITH.  203 


2  The  shadow  of  the  Rock ! 
All  come  alone  ; 
All,  ever  since  the  sun  hath  shone, 
Who  traveled  by  this  road,  have  come  alone. 
Be  of  good  cheer — 
A  home  is  here — 
Rest  in  the  shadow  of  the  Rock. 


3  The  shadow  of  the  Rock  ! 
To  weary  feet, 
That  have  been  diligent  and  fleet, 
The  sleep  is  deeper,  and  the  shade  more  sweet. 
Oh,  weary,  rest ! 
Thou  art  sore  pressed — 
Rest  in  the  shadow  of  the  Rock  1 


4  The  shadow  of  the  Rock ! 
Pilgrim  !  sleep  sound  ; 
In  night's  swift  hours  in  silent  bound. 
The  Rock  will  put  thee  over  leagues  of  ground, 
Gaining  more  way 
By  night  than  day — 
Rest  in  the  shadow  of  the  Rock  ! 


5  The  shadow  of  the  Reck  ! 
Our  day  of  pain. 
Thou  scarce  wilt  hope  the  Rock  to  gain, 
Yet  there  wilt  sleep  thy  last  sleep  on  the  plain 
And  only  wake 
In  heaven's  day-break — 
Rest  in  the  shadow  of  the  Rock  ! 


204  FAITH. 


255 


Music — Songs  of  Gladness. 

Sweet  thought,  my  God  !  that  on  the  palms 

Of  thy  most  holy  hands, 
Are  graven  all  thy  people's  names, 

Though  countless  as  the  sands. 

2  Not  one  too  mean  to  have  his  place 

Amid  that  record  blest, 
And  if  but  there  our  names  are  found. 
We'll  share  the  heavenly  rest. 

3  How  can  we  yield,  then,  to  distrust, 

Or  think  we  are  forgot, 
While  ever  thus  the  care  of  One, 
Who  loves  and  changes  not. 


256 


Music — G.  H.  &»  S.  Songs,  No.  i. 

My  hope  is  built  on  nothing  less 
Than  Jesus'  blood  and  righteousness  ; 
I  dare  not  trust  the  sweetest  frame, 
But  wholly  lean  on  Jesus'  name. 

Chorus. 
On  Christ,  the  solid  rock,  I  stand  : 
All  other  ground  is  sinking  sand. 

When  darkness  seems  to  veil  his  face, 

I  rest  on  his  unchanging  grace  ; 

In  every  high  and  stormy  gale. 

My  anchor  holds  within  the  vail. — Cho. 


FAITH.  205 


When  he  shall  come  with  trumpet  sound, 
Oh,  may  I  then  in  him  be  found  ; 
Dressed  in  his  righteousness  alone, 
Faultless  to  stand  before  the  throne  ! — Cho. 

£A  KJ   i        Music — Prayer  Meeting  Hymns. 
Wait,  my  soul,  upon  the  Lord, 

To  his  gracious  promise  flee, 
Laying  hold  upon  this  word, 

"  As  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be." 

2  If  the  sorrows  of  thy  case 

Seem  peculiar  still  to  thee, 
God  has  promised  needful  grace, — 

"  As  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be." 

3  Days  of  trial,  days  of  grief. 

In  succession  thou  mayst  see  ; 
This  is  still  miy  sweet  relief, — 

"  As  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be." 

4  Rock  of  ages,  I'm  secure, 

With  thy  promise,  full  and  free, 
Faithful,  positive,  and  sure  ; 

"  As  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be." 

^00       Music— Hallowed  Songs.        P.  M. 
There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest 

To  mourning  wanderers  given  ; 
There  is  a  joy  for  souls  distressed, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast, 

Tis  found  above,  in  heaven. 


2o6  FAITH, 


2  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls 

By  sin  and  sorrow  driven, 
When  tossed  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals, 
Where  storms  arise  and  ocean  rolls, 

And  all  is  drear  but  heaven. 

3  There  faith  lifts  up  the  tearless  eye, 

To  brighter  prospects  given  ; 
And  views  the  tempest  passing  by. 
The  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 

And  ail  serene  in  heaven. 

4  There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 

And  joys  supreme  are  given  ; 
There  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom  ; 
Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb 

Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 


259 


Music — So7igs  of  Devotion. 
Oh  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink, 

Though  pressed  by  every  foe, 
That  will  not  tremble  on  the  brink 

Of  any  earthly  woe. 

2  That  will  not  murmur  or  complain 

Beneath  the  chastening  rod, 
But,  in  the  hour  of  grief  or  pain. 
Will  lean  upon  its  God. 

3  A  faith  that  keeps  the  narrow  way 

Till  life's  last  hour  is  fled, 
And  with  a  pure  and  heavenly  ray 
Lights  up  a  dying-bed. 


FAITH.  207 


4  Lord,  give  us  such  a  faith  as  this, 
And  then,  whate'er  may  come, 
We'll  taste,  e'en  here,  the  hallowed  bliss 
Of  an  eternal  home. 


260 


Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts 

On  Jewish  altars  slain, 
Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace, 

Or  wash  away  the  stain. 

2  But  Christ,  the  heavenly  Lamb, 

Takes  all  our  sins  away  — 
A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name 

And  richer  blood  than  they. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 

On  that  dear  head  of  thine. 
When,  like  a  penitent,  I  stand, 
And  there  confess  mv  sin. 


4  My  soul  looks  back  to  see 

The  burdens  thou  didst  bear 
While  hanging  on  the  cursed  iree. 
And  knows  her  guilt  was  there. 

5  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove  ; 
We  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  sing  his  bleeding  love. 


2o8  FAITH. 


261 


Weak  and  weary,  poor  and  sinful, 

Vainly  I  cry  ; 
Bound  and  crushed  with  years  of  sorrow 

What  help  is  nigh  ? 

Chorus. 

Let  me  touch  the  hem  of  his  garment, 

Let  me  touch  the  hem  of  his  garment, 

Let  me  touch  the  hem  of  his  garment, 

And  the  touch  will  make  me  whole. 

2  How  the  people  press  around  him, 

His  word  receive  ; 
Surely  I  may  share  his  blessing, 
I  too  believe. — Cho. 

3  Long  my  heart  has  felt  its  burden. 

Seeking  for  peace ; 
Now,  at  last,  I  find  in  Jesus 
My  sweet  release. — Cho. 


262 


Hyjnnal jii —  Tune,  Onido.        fs. 
People  of  the  living  God, 

I  have  sought  the  world  around, 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod, 

Peace  and  comfort  nowhere  found. 
Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns — 

Turns,  a  fugitive  unblest ; 
Brethren,  where  your  altar  burns, 

Oh,  receive  me  into  rest. 


FELLOWSHIP. 


209 


Lonely  I  no  longer  roam, 

Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave  ; 
Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home, 

Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave. 
Mme  the  God  vvhom  you  adore, 

Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine  ; 
Earth  can  fill  my  heart  no  more, 

Every  idol  I  resign. 

Tell  me  not  of  gain  or  loss. 

Ease,  enjoyment,  pomp  and  power 
Welcome  poverty  and  cross, 

Shame,  reproach,  affliction's  hour. 
"  Follow  me  !"  I  know  thy  voice  ! 

Jesus,  Lord  I   thy  steps  I  see : 
Now  I  take  thy  yoke  by  choice  ; 

Light  thy  burden  now  to  me. 


263 


S.M. 


Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 

Our  hearts  in  Christian  love — 

The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne 

We  pour  our  ardent  prayers  ; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one, 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes. 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear, 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 


2IO  FELLOWSHIP. 


4  The  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  by  the  way, 
While  each  in  expectation  lives, 
And  longs  to  see  the  day. 

5  From  sorrow,  toil  and  pain. 

And  sin  we  shall  be  free  ; 
And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
Through  all  eternity. 


S.AI. 


264 

Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 

And  let  our  joys  be  known  ; 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

2  The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below : 
Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

3  The  hill  of  Sion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 

Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields. 

Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 


4  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 
And  every  tear  be  dry  ; 
We're  marching  through  Immanuel's  ground 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 


FELLOWSHIP.  211 


265 


f  s  &>  6's. 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 

Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
Rise,  from  transitory  things, 

Towards  heaven,  thy  native  place  ; 
Sun  and  moon  and  stars  decay. 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove ; 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 

To  seats  prepared  above. 

Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course, 
Fire  ascending  seeks  the  sun, 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source  ; 
So  a  soul  that's  born  of  God 

Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face, 
Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 

Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn, 

Press  onward  to  the  prize  ; 
Soon  our  Saviour  will  return, 

Triumphant  in  the  skies  : 
Yet  a  season,  and  3'ou  know 

Happy  entrance  will  be  given, 
All  our  sorrows  left  below. 

And  earth  exchanged  for  heaven. 


266 


Music — Happy  Voices.  P.  M. 

Say,  brothers,  will  you  meet  us. 

Say,  brothers,  will  you  meet  us, 

Say,  brothers,  will  you  meet  us. 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore  ? 


212  FELLOWSHIP. 


2  By  the  grace  of  God  v/e'il  meet  you, 
By  the  grace  of  God  we'll  meet  you. 
By  the  grace  of  God  we'll  meet  you, 

Where  parting  is  no  more. 

3  Jesus  liv.es  and  reigns  forever, 
Jesus  lives  and  reigns  forever, 
Jesus  lives  and  reigns  forever, 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore. 

4  Glory,  glory,  hallelujah, 
Glory,  glory,  hallelujah. 
Glory,  glory,  hallelujah, 

Forever,  evermore. 


267 


Music — Songs  of  Devotion. 

Broken  in  spirit. 

And  laden  with  care. 
Sweet  is  thy  refuge — 

Find  it  in  prayer. 

Chorus. 
Tell  it  to  Jesus  ;  tell  it  to  Jesus  r 
Tell  it  to  Jesus  ;  he  will  give  peace. 

2  Art  thou  neglected. 

And  sighing  to  know 
Joys  that  in  friendship 

Tenderly  flow  ?— Cho. 


FELLOWSHIP.  213 


3  Art  thou, recalling 

The  years  that  have  fled  ? 
Weeping  in  sorrow, 

Mourning  the  dead  ? — Cho. 

4  Bear  thy  affliction, 

Whatever  it  be ; 
.    Jesus,  thy  Saviour, 

Bore  it  for  thee. — Cho. 


268 


Music — Golden  Censer. 
Dare  to  do  right !  dare  to  be  true  ! 
You  have  a  work  that  no  other  can  do  ; 
Do  it  so  bravely,  so  kindly,  so  well, 
Angels  will  hasten  the  story  to  tell. 

Chorus. 
Dare,  dare,  dare  to  do  right ! 
Dare,  dare,  dare  to  be  true  ! 
Dare  to  be  true  !  dare  to  be  true  ! 

2  Dare  to  do  right  !  dare  to  be  true  ! 
Other  men's  failures  can  never  save  you  ; 
Stand  by  your  conscience,  your  honor,  your 

faith ; 
Stand  Hke  a  hero,  and  battle  till  death. 

Cho. 

3  Dare  to  do  right !  dare  to  be  true  ! 

God,  who  created  you,  cares  for  you  too ; 
Treasures  the  tears  that  his  striving  ones  shed, 
Counts  and  protects  every  hair  of  your  head. 

Cho. 


214  FELLOWSHIP. 


4  Dare  to  do  right !  dare  to  be  true  ! 

Keep  the  great  judgment-seat  always  in  view  ; 
Look  at  your  work  as  you'll  look  at  it  then, 
Scanned  by  Jehovah,  and  angels,  and  men. 

Cho. 

5  Dare  to  do  right !  dare  to  be  true  ! 

Jesus,  your  Saviour,  will  carry  you  through, 
City,  and  mansion,  and  throne  all  in  sight, 
Can  you  not  dare  to  be  true  and  do  right  ? 

Cho. 

^\J%y     Music — Golden  Coiser. 
Oh,  we  are  volunteers  in  the  army  of  the  Lord, 
Forming  into  line  at  our  Captain's  word ; 
We  are  under  marching  orders  to  take  the 

battle-field. 
And  we'll  ne'er  give  o'er  the  fight  till  the  foe 
shall  yield. 

Chorus. 
Come  and  join  the  army,  the  army  of  the  Lord, 
Jesus  is  our  captain,  we  rally  at  his  word ; 
Sharp  will  be  the  conflict  with  the  powers  of 

sin. 
But  with  such  a  leader,  we  are  sure  to  win. 

2  Oh,  glorious  is  the  struggle  in  which  we  draw 
the  sword, 
Glorious  in  the  kingdom  of  Christ,  our  Lord; 
It  shall  spread  from  sea  to  sea,  it  shall  reach 

from  shore  to  shore, 
And  his  people  shall  be  blessed  forevermore. 

Cho. 


270 


FELLOWSHIP.  215 


Music — Book  of  Worship. 

Always  with  us,  always  with  us, 

Words  of  cheer  and  words  of  love  ; 

Thus  the  risen  Saviour  whispers 

From  his  dwelling-place  above. 

2  With  us  when  v/e  toil  in  sadness, 

Sowing  much  and  reaping  none  ; 
Telling  us  that  in  the  future 

Golden  harvests  shall  be  won. 

3  With  us  when  the  storm  is  sweeping 

O'er  our  pathway  dark  and  drear ; 
Waking  hope  within  our  bosoms. 
Stilling  every  anxious  fear. 

4  With  us  in  the  lonely  valley, 

When  we  cross  the  chilling  stream  ; 
Lighting  up  the  steps  to  glory 

With  salvation's  radiant  beam. 


271 


Music — Book  of  Worship       S.  M. 

Still  with  thee,  O  my  God, 

I  would  desire  to  be  ; 
By  day,  by  night,  at  hom.e,  abroad, 

I  would  be  still  with  thee. 

2  With  thee,  when  dawn  comes  in. 
And  calls  me  back  to  care  ; 
Each  day  returning  to  begin 

With  thee,  my  God,  in  prayer : 


2l6  FELLOWSHIP. 


3  With  thee,  amid  the  crowd 

That  throngs  the  busy  mart, 
To  hear  thy  voice,  'mid  clamor  loud, 
Speak  softly  to  my  heart : 

4  With  thee,  when  day  is  done. 

And  evening  calms  the  mind  : 
The  setting  as  the  rising  sun 

With  thee  my  heart  would  find. 

5  With  thee,  when  darkness  brings 

The  signal  of  repose  ; 
Calm  in  the  shadow  of  thy  wings, 
Mine  eyelids  I  would  close. 


272 


Music — Book  of  Worship.       lo's. 

Abide  with  me  !     Fast  falls  the  eventide, 
The  darkness  deepens — Lord,  with  me  abide! 
When  other  helpers  fail,  and  comforts  flee, 
Help  of  the  helpless,  oh,  abide  with  me  ! 

2  Swift  to  its  close  ebbs  out  life's  little  day  ; 
Earth's  joys  grow  dim,  its  glories  pass  away  : 
Change  and  decay  in  all  around  I  see  ; 

O  thou  who  changest  not,  abide  with  me  ! 

3  I  need  thy  presence  every  passing  hour  : 
What  but  thy  grace   can   foil  the  tempter's 

power  ? 
Who  like  thyself  my  guide  and  stay  can  be  ? 
Through    cloud   and  sunshine.  Lord,  abide 

with  me. 


FELLOWSHIP.  217 


4  I  fear  no  foe,  with  thee  at  hand  to  bless  ; 
Ills  have  no  weight,  and  tears  no  bitterness  : 
Where   is    death's    sting  ?  where,  grave,  thy 

victory  ? 
I  triumph  still,  if  thou  abide  with  me. 


273 


L.M. 

As  pants  the  hart  for  water  brooks. 

So  pants  my  soul,  O  God,  for  thee; 

For  thee  it  thirsts,  to  thee  it  looks. 
And  longs  the  living  God  to  see. 

2  Oh  !  why  art  thou  cast  down,  my  soul  ? 
And  what  should  so  disquiet  thee  ? 
Still  hope  in  God,  and  him  extol, 

Whose  face  brings  saving  health  to  thee. 


274 


Music — S.  S.  Ba7iner.  S.  M. 

Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep. 

And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry  ? 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 

Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 

2  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey  ; 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
.    And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

3  'Tis  God's  all-animating  voice 

That  calls  thee  from  on  high  ; 
'Tis  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye. 


2l8  FELLOWSHIP. 


275 


CM. 


Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone, 
And  all  the  world  go  free  ? 

No,  there's  a  cross  for  every  one, 
And  there's  a  cross  for  me. 

2  The  consecrated  cross  Fll  bear, 

Till  death  shall  set  me  free  ; 

And  then  go  home  my  crown  to  wear. 

For  there's  a  crown  for  me. 

3  Upon  the  crystal  pavement  down, 

At  Jesus'  pierced  feet, 
Joyful  I'll  cast  my  golden  crown. 
And  his  dear  name  repeat. 

4  O  precious  cross  !  O  glorious  crown  ! 

O  resurrection  day ! 
Let  angels  from  thy  throne  come  down, 
And  bear  my  soul  away. 


276 


Music — Golden  Shower.  fs. 

We  are  pilgrims  on  the  earth. 
Journeying  onward  from  our  birth ; 
Every  hour  and  every  breath 
Bring  us  nearer  still  to  death. 

Chorus. 

Yes,  we  are  pilgrims. 
Yes,  we  are  pilgrims, 
Yes,  we  are  pilgrims, 
On  our  journey  home. 


FELLOWSHIP.  219 


2  But  beyond  that  vale  of  tears 
Lies  the  land  that  knows  no  fears, 
Where  our  steps  no  more  may  roam  ; 
Pilgrims,  we  are  going  home  ! — Cho. 

3  Home  to  long-lost  friends  and  dear, 
Who  are  missed  and  mourned  for  here  ; 
Home  to  endless  peace  and  love 

In  our  Father's  house  above. — Cho. 

4  Let  not  trifles  by  the  way 
Tempt  our  hearts  or  steps  to  stray 
From  that  narrow  path  and  strait 
Leading  to  the  golden  gate. — Cho. 

5  No,  our  faith  hath  One  in  view 
Who  was  once  a  pilgrim  too  ; 
From  his  track  we  will  not  roam. 

For  to  Christ  we're  going  home. — Cho. 


277 


Music — Fresh  Laurels.  ifs. 


We  are  marching  on  with  shield  and  banner 

bright, 
We  will  work  for  God  and  battle  for  the  right ; 
We  will  praise  his  name,  rejoicing  in  his  might, 

And  we'll  work  till  Jesus  calls. 
In  the  Sunday-school  our  army  we  prepare. 
As  we  rally  round  our  blessed  standard  there. 
And  the  Saviour's  cross  v/e  early  learn  to  bear, 

While  we  work  till  Jesus  calls. 


220  FELLOWSHIP. 


Chorus. 

Then  awake,  then  awake, 

Happy  song,  happy  song, 
Shout  for  joy,  shout  for  joy. 
As  we  gladly  march  along. 
We  are  marching  onward,  singing  as  we  go, 
To  the  prom.ised  land  where  living  waters  flow; 
Come  and  join  our  ranks  as  pilgrims  here 
below, 
Come  and  work  till  Jesus  calls. 


We  are  marching  on,  our  Captain  ever  near 
Will  protect  us  still,  his  gentle  voice  we  hear  ; 
Let  the  foe  advance,  we'll  never,  never  fear, 

For  we'll  work  till  Jesus  calls. 
Then  awake,  awake,  our  happy,  happy  song, 
We  will  shout  for  joy,  and  gladly  march  along; 
In  the  Lord  of  hosts  let  every  heart  be  strong, 

While  we  work  till  Jesus  calls. — Cho. 


3  We  are  marching  on  the  strait  and  narrow 
way. 
That  will  lead  to  life  and  everlasting  day, 
To  the  smiling  fields  that  never  will  decay. 

But  we'll  work  till  Jesus  calls. 
We  are  marching  on  and  pressing  toward  the 

prize. 
To  a  glorious  crown  beyond  the  glowing  skies, 
To  the  radiant  fields  where  pleasure  never 
dies. 
And  we'll  work  till  Jesus  calls. — Cho. 


FELLOWSHIP.  221 


278 


Music — Book  of  Worship.  fs. 

'Tis  religion  that  can  give, 

In  the  light,  in  the  light — 
Sweetest  pleasure  while  we  live 

In  the  light  of  God. 
'Tis  religion  must  supply 

In  the  light,  in  the  light — 
Solid  comfort  when  we  die, 

In  the  light  of  God. 

Chorus. 

Let  us  walk  in  the  light. 

In  the  light,  in  the  light ; 

Let  us  v/alk  in  the  light, 
In  the  light  of  God. 

After  death  its  joys  shall  be — 

In  the  light,  in  the  light ; 
Lasting  as  eternity, 

In  the  light  of  God. 
Be  the  living  God  m.y  friend. 

In  the  light,  in  the  light  ; 
Then  my  bliss  shall  never  end, 

In  the  light  of  God. — Cho. 


279 


Music — Sojigs  of  Devotion.      S.  M. 

Not  what  I  feel  or  do 

Can  give  me  peace  with  God  ; 
Not  all  my  prayers,  and  sighs,  and  tears, 

Can  bear  my  awful  load. 


FELLOWSHIP. 


2  Thy  work  alone,  O  Christ, 

Can  ease  this  weight  of  sin  ; 
Thy  blood  alone,  O  Lamb  of  God, 
Can  give  me  peace  within. 

3  Thy  love  to  me,  O  God, 

Not  mine,  O  Lord,  to  thee, 
Can  rid  me  of  this  dark  unrest, 
And  set  my  spirit  free. 

4  'Tis  Christ  who  saveth  me, 

And  freely  pardon  gives  ; 
I  love  because  he  loveth  me, 
I  live  because  he  lives. 


280 


Oh,  we  are  the  reapers  that  garner  in 
The  sheaves  of  good  from  the  fields  of  sin  ; 
With  sickles  of  truth  must  the  work  be  done, 
And  no  one  may  rest  till  the  "harvest  home." 

Chorus. 
We  are  the  reapers  !  oh,  who  will  come 
And  share  in  the  glory  of  the  harvest  home  ? 
Oh,  who  will  help  us  to  garner  in 
The  sheaves  of  good  from  the  fields  of  sin  ? 

2  Go  out  in  the  by-ways  and  search  them  all ; 
The  wheat  may  be  there  though  the  weeds 

are  tall ; 
Then  search  in  the  highway,  and  pass  none 

by. 
But  gather  them  all  for  the  home  on  high. 

Cho. 


FELLOWSHIP.  223 


3  The  fields  are  all  ripening,  and  far  and  wide 
The  world  now  is  waiting-  the  harvest  tide  : 
But  reapers  are  few,  and  the  work  is  great, 
And  much  will  be   lost   should  the  harvest 

v/ait. — Cho. 

4  So  come  with  your  sickles,  ye  sons  of  men, 
And  gather  together  the  golden  grain  ; 
Toil  on  till  sheaves  of  the  Lord  are  bound, 
And  joyfully  borne  from  the  harvest  ground. 

Cho. 


281 


Music — Singing  Pilgrim. 
We've  listed  in  a  holy  v/ar, 

Battling  for  the  Lord  ! 
Eternal  life,  eternal  joy, 

Battling  for  the  Lord  ! 

Chorus. 
We'll  work  till  Jesus  comes. 
We'll  work  till  Jesus  comes, 
We'll  work  till  Jesus  comes, 

And  then  we'll  rest  at  home. 

2  Under  our  captain,  Jesus  Christ, 

Battling  for  the  Lord  ! 
We've  listed  for  this  mortal  life. 
Battling  for  the  Lord  ! — Cho. 

3  We'll  fight  against  the  powers  of  sin. 

Battling  for  the  Lord  ! 
In  favor  of  our  heavenly  King, 
Battling  for  the  Lord  ! — Cho. 


224  FELLOWSHIP. 


4  And  when  our  warfare  here  is  o'er, 

Batding  for  the  Lord  ! 
This  strife  we'll  leave,  and  war  no  more 
Battling  for  the  Lord  ! — Cho. 

5  Our  friends  and  kindred  there  we'll  meet, 

On  the  heavenly  shore  ! 
And  ground  our  arms  at  Jesus'  feet. 
On  the  heavenly  shore  ! — Cho. 

O  ^       Music —  Calvary  Songs. 

With  harps  and  with  viols  there  stand  a  great 

throng, 
In  the  presence  of  Jesus,  and  sing  this  new 

song: 

Chorus. 
Unto  Him  who  hath  loved  us  and  washed  us 

from  sin, 
Unto  him  be  the  glory  forever.     Amen. 

2  All  these  once  were  sinners,  defiled  in  his 

sight, 
Now  arrayed  in  pure  garments  in  praise  they 
unite. — Cho. 

3  How  helpless  and  hopeless  we  sinners  had 

been. 
If  he  never  had  loved  us  till  cleansed  from 
our  sin. — Cho. 

4  Aloud  in  his  praises  our  voices  shall  ring. 
So  that  others,  believing,  this  new  song  shall 

sing. — Cho. 


TELLOWSHIP.  225 


283 


Music— Book  of  Worship,        C.  M. 


According  to  thy  gracious  word, 

In  meek  humility, 
This  will  I  do,  my  dying  Lord, 
11:  I  will  remember  thee.  -.H 

2  Thy  body,  broken  for  my  sake. 

My  bread  from  heaven  shall  be  ; 
Thy  testamental  cup  I  take, 
II :  And  thus  remember  thee.  :|| 

3  Gethsemane  can  I  forget  ? 

Or  there  thy  conflict  see, 
Thine  agony  and  bloody  sweat, 
II :  And  not  remember  thee  ? :  ij 

4  When  to  the  cross  I  turn  mine  eyes, 

And  rest  on  Calvary, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  my  sacrifice, 
II :  I  must  remember  thee —  :1| 

5  Remember  thee  and  all  thy  pains, 

And  all  thy  love  to  me  ; 
Yea,  while  a  breath,  a  pulse  remains, 
11:  Will  I  remember  thee.  :l| 


6  And  when  these  failing  limbs  grow  dumb, 
And  mind  and  memory  flee. 
When  thou  shalt  in  thy  kingdom  come, 
11:  Then,  Lord,  remember  me.  :ll 


226:  FELLOWSHIP. 


284 


Music —  Oriola . 
Toil  on,  teachers,  toil  on  boldly, 

Labor  on,  and  watch  and  pray  ; 
Men  may  scoff  and  treat  you  coldly, 

Heed  them  not,  go  on  your  way  ; 
Jesus  is  a  loving  master  ; 

Cease  not  then  his  work  to  do  ; 
Cleave  to  him  still  closer,  faster, 

He  will  own  and  honor  you. 

2  Toil  on,  teachers  !  toil  on  ever, 

Constantly,  unflinching  toil ; 
Faint  ye  not,  and  weary  never. 

Labor  on  in  every  soil ; 
Listless  souls  one  day  may  waken, 

Buried  seeds  spring  up  and  grow. 
Sin's  stout  bulwarks  may  be  shaken, 

Hardened  hearts  may  be  brought  low. 

3  Toil  on,  teachers  !  earnest,  steady, 

Sowing  well  the  seed  of  truth  ; 
Always  willing,  cheerful,  ready, 

Watching,  praying  for  your  youth  ; 
Patient,  firm  and  persevering. 

Leaning  on  the  promise  sure  ; 
Prayer  will  surely  gain  a  hearing, 

Faithful  to  the  end  endure. 


285 


Music — Songs  of  Gladness. 
Have  you  any  room  for  Jesus  ? 

When  we  gather,  shall  we  say 
That  the  followers  of  the  Master 

Have  no  time  for  prayer  to-day  ? 


FELLOWSHIP.  227 


2  He  was  cradled  in  a  manger; 

His  own  angels  sang  the  hymn 
Of  rejoicing  at  his  coming, 

Yet  there  was  no  room  for  him. 

3  O  my  brothers,  are  we  wiser, 

Are  we  better  now  than  they  ? 
Have  we  any  room  for  Jesus 
In  the  life  we  live  to-day  ? 

4  Not  much  room  for  our  Lord  Jesus 

Has  there  been,  or  will  there  be  ; 
Room  for  Pilate  and  for  Herod — 
Not  for  him  of  Calvary  ! 

5  Room  for  pleasure — doors  wide  open- 

And  for  business  ;  but  for  him. 
Only  here  and  there  a  manger. 
Like  to  that  at  Bethlehem. 

6  Have  you  any  time  for  Jesus  ? 

O  my  brothers,  you  and  I, 
When  a  few  more  days  are  ended. 
Must  have  room  and  time  to  die. 

7  Have  you  any  love  for  Jesus  ?• 

When  we  gather  shall  we  say 
That  the  followers  of  the  Master 
Are  not  followers  to-day  ? 

8  Room  for  Jesus — King  of  glory  ! 

Time  for  him,  all  times  obey  ; 
Love  for  him  who  came  to  save  us — 
Let  us  ask  these  things  to-day. 


228  FELLOWSHIP. 


286 


Music — Book  of  Worship. 

We  love  our  own  dear  Bethany, 

We  love  our  Sabbath  home  ; 
We  love  our  own  dear  Bethany, 

And  joyful  will  we  come. 
For  Jesus  here  will  meet  with  us, 

His  spirit  to  impart ; 
Come,  let  us  now  his  name  confess, 

And  own  him  in  our  heart. 

On  earth  he  loved  dear  Bethany, 

It  was  his  frequent  home  ; 
On  earth  he  loved  dear  Bethany, 

Oh,  may  he  hither  come  ! 
His  name  we'll  never  cease  to  sing, 

His  word  we  will  obey  ;  ^ 

Loud  let  his  name  with  praises  ring. 

On  this  his  holy  day. 


287 


Music — S.  S.  Hosanna. 


How  pleasant  thus  to  dwell  below, 

In  fellowship  of  love  ! 
And,  though  we  part,  'tis  bliss  to  know 

The  good  shall  meet  above. 

Chorus 

Oh,  that  will  be  joyful,  joyful,  joyful ! 
Oh,  that  will  be  joyful, 

To  meet  to  part  no  more. 


FELLOWSHIP.  229 


2  Yes,  happy  thought !  when  we  are  free 

From  earthly  grief  and  pain, 
In  heaven  we  shall  each  other  see, 
And  never  part  again. — Cho. 

3  The  children  who  have  loved  the  Lord, 

Shall  hail  their  teachers  there  ; 
And  teachers  gain  the  rich  reward 
Of  all  their  toil  and  care. — Cho. 

4  Then  let  us  each,  in  strength  divine, 

Still  walk  in  wisdom's  ways, 
That  we  with  those  we  love  may  join 
In  never-ending  praise. — Cho. 


288 


Music —  Golden  Chain . 
Pilgrims  we  are,  to  Canaan  bound. 

Our  journey  lies  along  this  road  ; 
This  wilderness  we  travel  round, 

To  reach  the  city  of  our  God. 

Chorus. 
O  happy  pilgrims  !  spotless  fair, 
What  makes  your  robes  so  white  appear? 

2  A  few  more  days,  or  weeks,  or  vears; 

In  this  dark  desert  to  complain  ; 
A  few  more  sighs,  a  few  more  tears. 

And  we  shall  bid  adieu  to  pain. — Cho. 

3  O  blessed  land  !  O  happy  land  ! 

When  shall  we  reach  thy  golden  shore 
And  one  redeemed,  unbroken  band 
United  be  forevermore  ? — Cho. 


230  FELLOWSHIP. 


289 


Ho  !  my  comrades,  see  the  signal 

Waving  in  the  sky  ! 
Reinforcements  now  appearing, 

Victory  is  nigh ! 

Chorus. 
"  Hold  the  fort,  for  I  am  coming," 

Jesus  signals  still — 
Wave  the  answer  back  to  heaven, 

'*  By  thy  grace,  we  will !  " 

2  See  the  mighty  host  advancing, 

Satan  leading  on : 
Mighty  men  around  us  falling, 
Courage  almost  gone. — Cho. 

3  See  the  glorious  banner  waving, 

Hear  the  bugle  blow  ; 
In  our  Leader's  name  we'll  triumph 
Over  every  foe.  — Cho. 

4  Fierce  and  long  the  battle  rages, 

But  our  Help  is  near ; 
Onward  comes  our  great  Commander  ! 
Cheer,  my  comrades,  cheer ! — Cho. 


290 


Music — Songs  of  Devotion. 
In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways 

My  journey  I'll  pursue  ; 
Hinder  me  not,  ye  much-loved  saints. 

For  I  must  go  with  you. 


FELLOWSHIP.  231 

2  Through  duties,  and  through  trials,  too 

I'll  go  at  his  command  ; 
"  Hinder  me  not,"  for  I  am  bound 
To  my  Immanuel's  land. 

3  And  when  my  Saviour  calls  me  home, 

Still  this  my  cry  shall  be — 
"  Hinder  me  not !  "  come,  welcome  death, 
I'll  gladly  go  with  thee. 

OQI 

^  '^  ■*■  Music — Sojigs  of  Devotion. 

I  gave  my  life  for  thee, 

My  precious  blood  I  shed, 
That  thou  mightst  ransomed  be  ; 

And  quickened  from  the  dead  ; 
I  gave  my  life  for  thee — 
What  hast  thou  done  for  me  ? 

Chorus. 
||:This  I  did  for  thee. 
What  hast  thou  done  for  me  ?  :|| 

2  I  spent  long  years  for  thee, 

In  weariness  and  woe. 
That  one  eternity 

Of  joy  thou  mightest  know  ; 
I  spent  long  years  for  thee — 
Hast  thou  spent  one  for  me  ? 

3  My  Father's  house  of  light, 

My  rainbow-circled  throne, 
I  left  for  earthly  night, 

For  wanderings  sad  and  lone  ; 
I  left  it  all  for  thee— 
Hast  thou  left  ausfht  for  me  ? 


232  FELLOWSHIP. 


I  suffered  much  for  thee — 

More  than  thy  tongue  can  tell, 

Of  bitterest  agony, 

To  rescue  thee  from  hell. 

I  suffered  much  for  thee — 

What  dost  thou  bear  for  me  ? 


5  And  I  have  brought  to  thee, 

Down  from  my  house  above, 
Salvation  full  and  free, 

My  pardon  and  my  love  ; 
Great  gifts  I  brought  to  thee — 
What  hast  thou  brought  to  me  ? 


6  Oh  !  let  thy  life  be  given. 

Thy  years  for  me  be  spent, 
World  fetters  all  be  riven, 

And  joy  with  suffering  blent 
Give  thou  thyself  to  me, 
And  I  will  welcome  thee  ! 


292 


Music— Fresh  Laurels.    8's  &<>  fs. 


If  we  knew,  when  walking  thoughtless 

Through  the  crowded,  noisy  way, 
That  some  pearl  of  wondrous  whiteness 

Close  beside  our  pathway  lay. 
We  would  pause  when  now  we  hasten, 

We  would  often  look  around, 
Lest  our  careless  feet  should  trample 

Some  rare  jewel  in  the  ground. 


FELLOWSHIP.  233 


If  we  knew  what  lives  were  darkened 

By  some  thoughtless  word  of  ours, 
Which  had  ever  lain  upon  them 

Like  the  frost  upon  the  flowers, 
Oh,  with  what  sincere  repentings, 

With  what  anguish  of  regret, 
While  our  eyes  were  overflowing, 

We  would  cry,  "  Forgive,  forget." 

If  we  knew  !    Alas  !  and  do  we 

Ever  care  or  seek  to  know 
Whether  bitter  herbs  or  roses 

In  our  neighbors'  gardens  grow  ? 
God  forgive  us  !  lest  hereafter 

Our  hearts  break  to  hear  him  say, 
"  Careless  child,  I  never  knew  you, 

From  my  presence  flee  away." 


293 


What  a  friend  we  have  in  Jesus, 

All  our  sins  and  griefs  to  bear  ; 
What  a  privilege  to  carry 

Everything  to  God  in  prayer  ! 
Oh,  what  peace  we  often  forfeit, 

Oh,  what  needless  pain  we  bear- 
All  because  we  do  not  carry 

Everything  to  God  in  prayer! 

2  Have  we  trials  and  temptations  ? 
Is  there  trouble  anywhere  ? 
We  should  never  be  discouraged, 
Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 


234  FELLOWSHIP. 


Can  we  find  a  friend  so  faithful, 

Who  will  all  our  sorrows  share  ? 

Jesus  knows  our  every  weakness, 
Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 

Are  we  weak  and  heavy  laden, 

Cumbered  with  a  load  of  care  ? 
Precious  Saviour,  still  our  refuge, — • 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer  ; 
Do  thy  friends  despise,  forsake  thee  ? 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer  ; 
In  his  arms  he'll  take  and  shield  thee, 

Thou  wilt  find  a  solace  there. 


294 


Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 

And  let  our  joys  be  known, 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

Chorus. 
We're  marching  to  Zion, 
Beautiful,  beautiful  Zion ; 
We're  marching  upward  to  Zion, 
The  beautiful  city  of  God. 

2  Let  those  refuse  to  sing 

Who  never  knew  our  God ; 
But  children  of  the  heavenly  King, 
But  children  of  the  heavenly  King, 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 
May  speak  their  joys  abrop.d.  ~-Cho. 


FELLOWSHIP.  235 

3  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 

Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 

Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 

Or  walk  the  golden  streets, 

Or  walk  the  golden  streets. — Cho. 

4  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  every  tear  be  dry  ; 
We're  marching  through  Immanuel's  ground, 
We're  marching  through  Immanuel's  ground, 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 
To  fairer  worlds  on  his^h. — Cho. 


295 


There  is  work  to  do  for  Jesus, 

Yes,  a  glorious  work  to  do  ; 
For  a  harvest  fully  ripened, 

Rich  and  golden,  lies  in  view  ; 
With  a  prayer  to  God,  our  Father, 

Let  us  all  the  work  pursue, 
For  our  risen  Lord  is  calling, 

And  the  harvesters  are  few. 

Chorus. 

Yes,  there's  work  to  do  for  Jesus, 
And  the  harvest  is  in  view  ; 

There's  a  great  work  everywhere  to  do. 
There  is  work  to  do  for  Jesus, 

And  the  harvesters  are  few. 

There's  enough  work  for  all  to  do. 


236  SELF-DEDICATION. 

2  There  is  work  to  do  for  Jesus, 

And  we  hear  the  Saviour  say, 
"  Why  art  standing  here  so  idle, 

At  the  noontide  on  the  way  ?  '* 
Even  now  I  will  accept  thee  ; 

With  the  rest,  thy  wages  pay  ; 
Go  and  labor  in  my  vineyard 

Till  the  closing  of  the  day. — Cho. 

3  Yes,  there's  work  to  do  for  Jesus  ; 

Who  will  answer  to  the  call  ? 
See  !  the  vintage  is  abundant, 

There  is  work  to  do  for  all ; 
God  commands  that  we  should  labor, 

Though  the  task  our  hearts  appall ; 
For  he  claimeth  our  life  service. 

Till  the  shades  of  death  shall  fall. — Cho. 


296 


8's  &^  fs. 
Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 

All  to  leave  and  follow  thee  ; 
Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken. 

Thou  from  hence  my  all  shalt  be. 
Let  the  world  neglect  and  leave  me. 

They  have  left  my  Saviour  too  ;  ■ 
Human  hopes  have  oft  deceived  me, 

Thou  art  faithful,  thou  art  true. 

2  And  while  thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 
God  of  wisdom,  love  and  might, 
Foes  may  hate  and  friends  may  scorn  me, 
Show  thy  face,  and  all  is  brif-jht. 


SELF-DEDICATION.  237 

I  may  call  thee  Abba,  Father, 
I  have  set  my  heart  on  thee ; 

Storms  may  howl,  and  clouds  may  gather, 
All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 

3  Let  me  know  my  full  salvation, 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care  ; 
Joy  to  find  in  every  station 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 

1  would  haste  from  grace  to  glory, 

Armed  by  faith  and  winged  by  prayer ; 
Heaven's  eternal  day  before  me. 

Thine  own  hand  to  guide  me  there. 

4  Oh,  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 

While  thy  love  is  left  to  me ; 
Oh,  'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 

Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  thee. 
Soon  shall  close  this  earthly  mission. 

Soon  shall  pass  these  pilgrim  days  ; 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, 

Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 

^  y  i  s.  M. 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard. 
Ten  thousand  foes  arise, 

And  hosts  of  sins  are  pressing  hard 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  Oh,  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray, 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er , 
Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 


238  SELF-DEDICATION. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  victory  won, 

Nor  once  at  ease  sit  down  ; 

Thine  arduous  work  will  not  be  done 

Till  thou  hast  got  the  crown. 

4  Fight  on,  my  soul,  till  death 

Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God  : 
He'll  take  thee,  at  thy  parting  breath, 
Up  to  his  blest  abode. 


298 


S.M. 


Music — Fresh  Laurels. 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have, 

A  God  to  glorify  ; 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 

And  fit  it  for  the  sky. 

2  To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfill, — 
Oh,  may  it  all  my  powers  engage 
To  do  my  Master's  will  ; 

3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care. 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live  ; 
And  oh,  thy  servant.  Lord,  prepare, 
A  strict  account  to  give. 

4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyself  rely. 
Assured,  if  I  my  trust  betray, 
I  shall  forever  die. 


SELF-DEDICATION.  239 


299 


Music —  Calvary  Songs. 
Hark  !   hark !   my  soul ;   angelic  songs   are 
swelling 
O'er   earth's   green   fields   and   ocean's 
wave-beat  shore ; 
How  sweet  the  truth  those  blessed  strains  are 
telling, 
Of  that  new  life  when  sin  shall  be  no 
more  ! 

Chorus. 
Angels  of  Jesus  !  angels  of  light ! 
Singing  to  welcome  the  pilgrims  of  the  night. 

2  Onward  we  go,  for  still  we  hear  them  singing, 

"Come,  weary  souls,  for  Jesus  bids  you 
come ;" 
And  through  the  dark,   its  echoes   sweetly 
ringing, 
The  music  of  the  gospel  leads  us  home. 

Cho. 

3  Far,  far  away,  like  bells  at  evening  pealing. 

The  voice  of  Jesus  sounds  o'er  land  and 
sea  : 
And  laden  souls  by  thousands  rneekly  steal- 
ing, 

Kind  shepherd,  turn  their  weary  steps 
to  thee. — Cho. 

4  Angels,  sing  on  !  your  faithful  watches  keep- 

ing, 
Sing  us  sweet  fragments  of  the  songs 
above, 


240  SELF-DEDICATION. 

Till  morning's  joy  shall   end  the  night    of 
weeping, 
And  life's  long  shadows  break  in  cloud- 
less love. — Cho. 


300 


6\s  &^  4's. 


Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 
Nearer  to  thee  ! 

E'en  though  it  be  a  cross 
•  That  raiseth  me. 

Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 
Nearer  to  thee. 


Though  a  lone  wanderer, 
The  sun  gone  down, 

Darkness  be  over  me, 
Pillowed  on  stone. 

Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 
Nearer  to  thee. 


There  let  the  way  appear 
Steps  up  to  heaven, — 

All  that  thou  sendest  me 
In  mercy  given, — 

Angels  to  beckon  me 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 
Nearer  to  thee. 


SELF-DEDICATION.  24I 


4  Then,  with  my  waking  thoughts 
Bright  with  thy  praise, 
Out  of  my  stony  griefs 

Bethel  I'll  raise; 
So  by  my  woes  to  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 
Nearer  to  thee. 


Or  if,  on  joyful  wing. 
Cleaving  the  sky, 

Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot, 
Upward  I  fly. 

Still  all  my  song  shall  be. 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 
Nearer  to  thee. 


301 


L.M. 


Music — Book  of  Worship. 
What  sinners  value  I  resign ; 

Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine ; 

I  shall  behold  thy  blissful  face, 
•And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 

2  This  life's  a  dream — an  empty  show; 
But  the  brighf  world  to  which  I  go 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere; 
When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ? 

3  Oh,  glorious  hour  ! — oh,  blest  abode ! 
I  shall  be  near  and  like  my  God ; 
And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 


242  SELF-DEDICATION. 

4  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground, 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound: 
Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  surprise 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 


302 


CM. 


Music — Book  of  Worship. 
Oh  for  a  closer  walk  wit^  God ! 

A  calm  and  heavenly  frame ! 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb ! 

2  Return  !  O  holy  Dove,  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ; 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

3  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne. 
And  worship  only  thee. 

4  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame  ; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 


303 


Music — Golden  Censer. 
My  Father,  I  would  be  thy  child, 
I  know  I'm  sinful,  wayward,  wild ; 
To  thee  I  would  be  reconciled, 

Oh,  make  me,  oh,  make  me  thine. 


SELF-DEDICATION.  243 

2  With  patience  I  the  race  have  run, 
Not  looking  back  when  once  begun, 
And  seek  salvation  through  thy  Son, 

And  make  me,  oh,  make  me  thine. 

3  The  narrow  way  I  fain  would  tread, 
And  by  thy  gentle  hand  be  led. 
With  heavenly  manna  daily  fed, 

Oh,  make  me,  oh,  make  me  thine. 

4  Make  me  to  love  thee  more  and  more, 
Thy  holy  Spirit  on  me  pour ; 

Grant  me  of  grace  a  plenteous  store, 
Oh,  make  me,  oh,  make  me  thine. 


304 


Music — Book  of  Worship.        L.  M. 

Oh  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone. 
Oh  that  I  could  at  last  submit 

At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  it  down, 

To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet ! 

2  Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find ; 

Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  thou  art. 
Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind. 

And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

3  Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 

And  fully  set  my  spirit  free ; 
I  cannot  rest  till  pure  within, 

Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 


244  SELF-DEDICATION. 

4  Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God, 

Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove. 
The  cross  all  stained  with  hallowed  blood, 
The  labor  of  thy  dying  love. 

5  I  would,  but  thou  must  give  the  power, 

My  heart  from  every  sin  release ; 
Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour, 
And  fill  me  with  thy  perfect  peace 


305 


My  body,  soul  and  spirit^ 

Jesus,  I  give  to  thee, 
A  consecrated  offering, 

Thine  evermore  to  be. 

Chorus. 
My  all  is  on  the  altar, 

I'm  waiting  for  the  fire — 
Waiting,  waiting,  waiting, 

I'm  waiting  for  the  fire. 

2  O  Jesus,  mighty  Saviour, 

I  trust  in  thy  great  name, 
I  look  for  thy  salvation. 

Thy  promise  now  I  claim. — Cho. 

3  I  am  thine,  O  blessed  Jesus, 

Washed  by  thy  precious  blood — 
Now  seal  me  by  thy  Spirit, 
A  sacrifice  to  God. — Cho. 


SELF-DEDICATION.  245 


306 


CM, 


Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
A  follower  of  the  Lamb, 

And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease, 
While  others  fight  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sail  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign — 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord  : 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 


307 


Music —  Joyful  Songs. 
Dear  Jesus,  I  long  to  be  perfectly  whole, 
I  want  thee  forever  to  live  in  my  soul ; 
Break  down  every  idol,  cast  out  every  foe — 
Now  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than  snow. 

Chorus. 

Now  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than  snow. 
Whiter  than  snow,  yes,  whiter  than  snow : 
Now  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than  snow. 


246  SELF-DEDICATION. 


Dear  Jesus,  come  down  from  thy  throne  in 

the  skies, 
And  help  me  to  make  a  complete  sacrifice; 
I  give  up  myself,  and  whatever  I  know — 
Now  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than  snow. 

Cho. 


Dear  Jesus,  for  this  I  must  humbly  entreat ; 
I  wait,  blessed  Lord,  at  thy  crucified  feet ; 
By  faith,  for  my  cleansing,  I  see  thy  blood  flow : 
Now  wash  me  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than  snow. 

Cho. 


4  The  blessing,  by  faith,  I  receive  from  above ; 
Oh,  glory  !  my  soul  is  made  perfect  in  love  ; 
My  prayer  has  prevailed,  and  this  moment  I 

know 
The  blood  is  applied,  I  am  whiter  than  snow. 


Chorus. 

Whiter  than  snow,  yes,  whiter  than  snow — 
Dear  Jesus,  thy  blood  makes  me  whiter  than 
snow. 


308 


I've  found  the  pearl  of  greatest  price ! 

My  heart  doth  sing  for  joy; 
And  sing  I  must,  for  Christ  is  mine ! 

Christ  shall  my  song  employ. 


REPENTANCE.  247 


Chorus. 

I've  found  the  pearl  of  greatest  price  ! 

My  heart  doth  sing  for  joy; 
And  sing  I  must,  for  Christ  is  mine  ! 

Christ  shall  my  song  employ. 

2  Christ  is  m.y  Prophet,  Priest  and  King ; 

My  Prophet  full  of  light. 
My  great  High  Priest  before  the  throne, 
My  King  of  heavenly  might. — Cho. 

3  For  he  indeed  is  Lord  of  Lords, 

And  he  the  King  of  kings; 
He  is  the  Sun  of  Righteousness, 

With  healing  in  his  wings. — Cho. 

4  Christ  is  my  peace ;  he  died  for  me, 

For  me  he  shed  his  blood ; 
And  as  my  wondrous  sacrifice 

Offered  himself  to  God.— Cho. 


309 


CM. 


How  oft,  alas  !  this  wretched  heart 
Has  wandered  from  the  Lord  ; 

How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  dfepart, 
Forgetful  of  his  word. 

2  Yet  sovereign  m.ercy  calls,  "Return;" 
Dear  Lord,  and  may  I  come  ? 
My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn. 

Oh,  take  the  wanderer  home. 


248  REPENTANCE. 


3  Almighty  grace,  thy  healing  power 

How  glorious,  how  divine, 
That  can  to  life  and  bliss  restore 
So  vile  a  heart  as  mine. 

4  Thy  pardoning  love,  so  free,  so  sweet, 

.  Dear  Saviour,  I  adore  ; 
Oh,  keep  me  at  thy  sacred  feet, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 


310 


L,M. 


Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea 
But  that  thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  thou  bid'st  me  come  to  thee, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

2  Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 

To  thee,  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each  spot, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

3  Just  as  I  am,  though  tossed  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
Fightings  within,  and  fears  without, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

4  Just  as  I  am,  poor,  wretched,  blind, — 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind. 
Yea,  all  I  need  in  thee  to  find, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 


REPENTANCE.  249 


Just  as  I  am,  thou  wilt  receive, 
Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve  ; 
Because  thy  promise  I  believe, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 


311 


Music — S.  S.  Banner.         S.  M. 
I  was  a  wandering  sheep, 

I  did  not  love  the  fold, 
I  did  not  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 

I  would  not  be  controlled  ; 
I  was  a  wayward  child, 

I  did  not  love  my  home, 
I  did  not  love  my  Father's  voice, 

I  loved  afar  to  roam. 

2  The  Shepherd  sought  his  sheep, 

The  Father  sought  his  child  ; 
They  followed  me  o'er  vale  and  hill, 

O'er  deserts  waste  and  wild  ; 
They  found  me  nigh  to  death, 

Famished,  and  faint,  and  lone  ; 
They  bound  me  with  the  bands  of  love. 

They  saved  the  wandering  one. 

3  Jesus  my  Shepherd  is, 

'Twas  he  that  loved  my  soul, 
'Twas  he  that  washed  me  in  his  blood, 

'Twas  he  that  made  me  whole  ; 
'Twas  he  that  sought  the  lost. 

That  found  the  wandering  sheep, 
'Twas  he  that  brought  me  to  the  fold — 

'Tis  he  that  still  doth  keep. 


250  REPENTANCE. 


312 


y's  &^  &s. 
I  lay  my  sins  on  Jesus, 

The  spotless  Lamb  of  God  ; 
He  bears  them  all,  and  frees  us 

From  the  accursed  load  : 
I  bring  my  guilt  to  Jesus, 

To  wash  my  crimson  stains 
White  in  his  blood  most  precious, 

Till  not  a  spot  remains. 

I  lay  my  wants  on  Jesus, — 

All  fullness  dwells  in  him. ; 
He  healeth  my  diseases, 

He  doth  my  soul  redeem  : 
I  lay  my  griefs  on  Jesus, 

My  burdens  and  my  cares  ; 
He  from  them  all  releases, 

He  all  my  sorrow  shares. 

I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

Meek,  loving,  lowly,  mild  ; 
I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

The  Father's  holy  child  : 
I  long  to  be  with  Jesus 

Amid  the  heavenly  throng, 
To  sing  with  saints  his  praises, 

And  learn  the  angels'  song. 


313 


Music — Musical  Leaves.  y  s. 

Depth  of  mercy,  can  there  be 
Mercy  still  reserved  for  me  ? 
Can  my  God  his  wrath  forbear, 
Me,  the  chief  of  sinners,  spare  ? 


REPENTANCE.  2 ::  I 


Chorus. 

God  is  love  !  I  know,  I  feel, 
Jesus  weeps  and  loves  me  still ; 

Jesus  weeps, 
He  weeps  and  loves  me  still. 

2  I  have  long  withstood  his  grace  ; 
Long  provoked  him  to  his  face  ; 
Would  not  hearken  to  his  calls  ; 
Grieved  him  by  a  thousand  falls. — Cho. 

3  Now  incline  me  to  repent ; 
Let  me  now  my  sins  lament ; 
Now  my  foul  revolt  deplore, 

Weep,  believe,  and  sin  no  more. — Cho. 

4  There  for  me  the  Saviour  stands  ; 
Shows  his  wounds,  and  spreads  his  hands 
God  is  love  !  I  know,  I  feel ; 

Jesus  weeps,  and  loves  me  still. — Cho. 


314 

Father,  a  weary  heart 

Hath  come  to  thee  for  peace  ; 
The  world  hath  not  the  healing  art 

To  bid  its  troubles  cease  ; 
It  brings  before  thy  throne 

Its  weight  of  woe  and  care  ; 
Do  thou  accept  its  pleading  tone — 

The  contrite  sinner's  prayer. 


252  REPENTANCE. 


Father — it  hath  rebelled, 

Hath  wandered  from  thy  path, 
Nor  heeded  when  the  thunder  swelled 

The  tempest  of  thy  wrath  ; 
But  now,  a  bruised  thing, 

Neglected,  pale,  and  bare, 
Lo,  at  thy  footstool  it  doth  bring 

The  contrite  sinner's  prayer. 

Father,  it  bends  before 

Thy  throne  among  the  blest ; 
Peace  to  the  wretched  heart  restore, 

Give  to  the  weary  rest : 
Through  Christ's  atonement  given, 

It  trusteth  yet  to  share 
The  glorious  heritage  of  heaven, 

By  lowly,  contrite  prayer. 


315 


Music — Book  of  Worship. 
With  broken  heart  and  contrite  sigh, 
A  trembhng  sinner.  Lord,  I  cry  ; 
Thy  pardoning  grace  is  rich  and  free  : 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me  ! 

2  I  smite  upon  my  troubled  breast. 
With  deep  and  conscious  guilt  opprest ; 
Christ  and  his  cross  my  only  plea  : 

O  God,  be  merciful  to  me  ! 

3  Nor  alms,  nor  deeds  that  I  have  done, 
Can  for  a  single  sin  atone, 

To  Calvary  alone  I  flee  ; 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me ! 


REPENTANCE.  253 

4  And  when,  redeemed  from  sin  and  hell, 
With  all  the  ransomed  throng  I  dwell. 
My  raptured  song  shall  ever  be, 
God  has  been  merciful  to  me  ! 


316 


Music — Songs  of  Devotion.      C.  M. 
Father,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee, 

No  other  help  I  know  ; 
If  thou  withdraw  thyself  from  me. 

Ah,  whither  shall  I  go  ? 

2  What  did  thine  only  Son  endure, 

Before  I  drew  my  breath  ! 
What  pain,  what  labor  to  secure 
My  soul  from  endless  death. 

3  Author  of  faith,  to  thee  I  lift 

My  weary,  longing  eyes  ; 

Oh,  may  I  now  receive  that  gift ! 

My  soul,  without  it,  dies. 


317 


Music — Golden  Censer.  C.  M. 

I  saw  One  hanging  on  a  tree 

In  agonies  and  blood, 
Who  fixed  his  languid  eyes  on  me, 

As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 

Chorus. 
O  the  Lamb,  the  loving  Lamb, 

The  Lamb  upon  Calvary, 
The  Lamb  that  was  slain  and  liveth  again 

To  intercede  for  me. 


2  54  REPENTANCE. 


2  Sure  never  till  my  latest  breath 

Can  I  forget  that  look  ; 
It  seemed  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. — Cho. 

3  My  conscience  felt  and  owned  my  guilt, 

And  plunged  me  in  despair ; 
I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 

And  helped  to  nail  him  there. — Cho. 

4  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 

"  I  freely  all  forgive  ; 
This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid  ; 
I  die  that  thou  mayst  live." — Cho. 


318 


gs. 


Jesus,  most  holy,  pray  I  to  thee. 
My  sinful  fetters,  Lord,  break  from  me  ; 
Take  this  sad  spirit,  mourning  for  sin, 
Back  to  thy  bosom,  Lord,  take  me  in. 

2  Over  the  mountains  long  have  I  strayed. 
Cold  winds  of  sorrow  round  me  have  played  ; 
None  to  bring  comfort,  none  have  I  found, 
While  tears  of  anguish  watered  the  ground. 

3  To  this  dear  refuge  now  have  I  fled, 
Jesus,  thy  kind  heart  for  me  hath  bled  ; 
Back  to  thy  bosom  come  I  for  rest. 
Under  thy  kind  wings  sheltered  and  blest. 


REPENTANCE.  255 


319 


Almost  persuaded  now  to  believe  ; 

Almost  persuaded  Christ  to  receive. 

Seems  now  some  soul  to  say, 

"  Go,  Spirit ;  go  thy  way  ; 

Some  more  convenient  day 

On  thee  I'll  call." 

2  Almost  persuaded  !  come,  come  to-day  ; 
Almost  persuaded  !  turn  not  away  ; 

Jesus  merits  your  love. 
Angels  are  lingering  near, 
Prayers  rise  from  hearts  so  dear. 

O  wanderer,  come  ' 

3  Almost  persuaded  !  harvest  is  past. 
Almost  persuaded  !  doom  comes  at  last. 

"  Almost  "  cannot  avail ; 
"  Almost "  is  but  to  fail  ! 
Sad,  sad  that  bitter  wail^ 
"  Almost  " — but  lost ! 


320 


Arise,  my  soul,  arise  ! 

Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears — 
The  bleeding  sacrifice 

In  my  behalf  appears. 

Chorus. 
Jesus  paid  it  all, 

All  to  him  I  owe  ; 
Sin  hath  left  a  crimson  stain, 

He  washed  it  white  as  snow. 


256  REPENTANCE. 


2  I  hear  the  Saviour  say, 

"  Thy  strength  indeed  is  small ; 
Child  of  weakness,  watch  and  pray, 
Find  in  me  all  in  all." — Cho. 


321 


L.M, 

Show  pity,  Lord  ;  O  Lord,  forgive, 
Let  a  repentant  rebel  live  ; 
Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee  ? 

2  Oh,  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 
And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean  ; 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pardoning  love  be  found. 

3  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess. 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace  ; 
Lord,  should  thy  judgments  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemned,  but  thou  art  clear. 

4  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner.  Lord, 
Whose  hope,  still  hovering  round  thy  word. 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there. 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 


322 


Music — Pure  Gold. 


Lead  me  to  Jesus,  lead  me  to  Jesus, 

Help  me  to  love  him,  help  me  to  pray  ; 

He  is  my  Saviour,  I  would  believe  him  : 

I  would  be  like  him — show  me  the  way. 


HEAVEN.  257 


Chorus. 

Quickly  haste,  and  come  where  happy  chil- 
dren meet, 
Hither  come  and  rest  thy  little  weary  feet; 
Turn  from  thy  pleasures,  turn  from  thy  play, 
Come  to  our  Sunday-school,  away. 

2  Lead  me  to  Jesus,  he  will  protect  me. 

He  is  so  loving,  gentle  and  mild ; 
Calling  the  children,  bidding  them  welcome; 
Surely  he  calls  me— I  am  a  child. — Cho. 

3  Tell  me  of  Jesus,  tell  of  his  mercy ; 

Is  there  a  fountain  flowing  so  free  ? 
All  who  are  willing  drink  of  its  waters ; 
Say,  is  that  fountain  flowing  for  me  ? 

Cho. 

4  Lord,  I  am  coming!  Jesus,  my  Saviour, 

Pity  my  weakness,  make  me  thy  child; 
I  would  receive  thee,  trust  and  believe  thee, 
I  would  be  like  thee,  gentle  and  mild. 

Cho. 


323 


Oh,  think  of  a  home  over  there, 

By  the  side  of  the  river  of  light. 

Where  the  saints,  all  immortal  and  fair, 
Are  robed  in  their  garments  of  white. 

Chorus. 

II : Over  there,  over  there,  over  there:!! 
:0h,  think  of  a  home  over  there.:!! 


258  HEAVEN. 


2  Oh,  think  of  the  friends  over  there, 

Who  before  us  the  journey  have  trod, 
Of  the  songs  that  they  breathe  on  the  air, 

In  their  home  in  the  palace  of  God. 
Over  there,  over  there, 
Oh,  think  of  the  friends  over  there. 

3  My  Saviour  is  now  over  there, 

There  my  kindred  and  friends  are  at  rest, 
Then  away  from  my  sorrow  and  care, 

Let  me  fly  to  the  land  of  the  blest. 
Over  there,  over  there. 
My  Saviour  is  now  over  there. 

4  ril  soon  be  at  home  over  there. 

For  the  end  of  my  journey  I  see. 
Many  dear  to  my  heart,  over  there, 

Are  waiting  and  watching  for  me. 
Over  there,  over  there, 
I'll  soon  be  at  home  over  there. 


324 


Music — Happy  Voices.  CM. 


The  pearly  gates  are  open  wide, 

I  see  the  bright  array  ; 
On  either  side  the  angels  glide, 

To  keep  the  shining  way. 
And  little  children  learn  to  find 

The  v/ay  by  angels  trod, 
Where  Christ's  redeemed  in  union  walk 

The  shining  way  of  God. 


HEAVEN.  259 


Chorus. 
The  pearly  gates  are  open  wide, 

I  see  the  bright  array  ; 
On  either  side  the  angels  ghde, 

To  keep  the  shining  way. 

When  storms  arise,  and  darkness  clouds 

The  faithful  pilgrim's  way, 
On  either  side  the  angels  glide, 

To  keep  the  shining  way  ; 
And  brighter  gleams  the  morning  light 

Behind  the  gentle  rod, 
For  Christ's  redeemed  more  clearly  see 

The  shining  way  of  God. — Cho. 

And  soon  they  walk  the  golden  streets, 

Not  slighted  and  alone  ; 
On  either  side  the  angels  glide, 

To  lead  them  to  the  throne  : 
And  there  they'll  wear  a  starry  crown 

Who  once  did  tire  and  plod, 
For  Christ's  redeemed  as  kings  shall  tread 

The  shining  way  of  God. — Cho. 


325 


Music — Golden  Chain. 
Shall  we  sing  in  heaven  forever — 
Shall  we  sing  ?  shall  we  singf 
Shall  we  sing  in  heaven  forever, 

In  that  happy  land  ? 
Yes  !  oh,  yes  !  in  that  land,  that  happy  land, 
They  that  meet  shall  sing  forever, 
Far  beyond  the  rolling  river, 
Meet  to  sing  and  love  forever, 
In  that  happy  land. 


26c  HEAVEN. 


2  Shall  we  know  each  other  ever 

In  that  land  ?  in  that  land  ? 
Shall  we  know  each  other  ever 

In  that  happy  land  ? 
Yes  !  oh,  yes  !  in  that  land;  that  happy  land, 
They  that  meet  shall  know  each  other, 
Far  beyond  the  rolling^  river,  etc. 

3  Shall  we  rest  from  care  and  sorrow, 

In  that  land? 
Shall  we  rest  from  care  and  sorrow, 

In  that  happy  land  ? 
Yes  !  oh,  yes  !  in  that  land,  that  happy  land, 
They  that  meet  shall  rest  forever, 
Far  beyond  the  rolling  river,  etc. 

4  Shall  we  meet  our  faithful  teachers 

In  that  land  ? 
Shall  we  meet  our  faithful  teachers 

In  that  happy  land  ? 
Yes  !  oh,  yes  !  in  that  land,  that  happy  land, 
Teachers  and  scholars  meet  together. 
Far  beyond  the  rolling  river,  etc. 


326 


Music — Go  Men  Chain.  ii's. 

When  the  battle  is  fought,  and  the  victory  won, 
Life's  trials  are  ended,  and  life's  duties  done, 
Then  Jesus,  our  Saviour,  will  welcome  us 

home, 
No  more  in  this  desert  of  sin  we  shall  roam. 


HEAVEN.  261 


Chorus. 
Safe,  safe  at  home,  safe,  safe  at  home. 
No  more  to  roam,  no  more  to  roam, 
Safe,  safe  at  home,  safe,  safe  at  home, 
No  more,  no  more  to  roam. 

2  The  most  youthful  soldier  will  then  have  a 

share 
In  heavenly  mansions  prepared  for  us  there ; 
The  song  of  redemption,  from  infants,  shall 

swell, 
As  of  Jesus,  to  wondering  angels,  they  tell. 

Cho. 

3  Oh,  then  will  our  hearts  swell  with  rapture 

supreme, 
For,  Jesus,  thy  glories  will  over  us  beam, 
Our  minds  with  the  riches  of  wisdom  be  stored, 
For  God  will  be  known  and  forever  adored. 

Cho. 


327 


Music— Golden  Chain.  C.  M. 

There  is  a  clim.e  where  Jesus  reigns, 

A  home  of  grace  and  love. 
Where  angels  sing,  in  sweetest  strains, 

Of  his  redeeming  love. 

Chorus. 
Let  us  never  mind  the  scoffs  nor  the  frowns 
of  the  world, 
For  we've  all  got  the  cross  to  bear; 
It  will  only  make  the  crown  the  brighter  to 
shine. 
When  we  have  the  crown  to  wear. 


262  HEAVEN. 


2  And  children,  too,  will  join  to  bless 

The  precious  Saviour's  name, 
Clothed  in  his  perfect  righteousness. 

And  saved  from  sin  and  shame. — Cho. 

3  Yet  all,  alas !  may  not  be  there, 

For  some  will  slight  his  grace ; 
Now,  though  he  calls,  they  do  not  care 
To  turn  and  seek  his  face, — Cho. 

4  He  says  to  all,  "Come  unto  me. 

And  I  will  give  you  rest," 
Oh !  linger  not,  but  haste  to  be 

With  his  salvation  blest. — Cho. 


328 


Music — Golden  Chain.     8's  &^  fs. 

BOYS. 

Whither,  pilgrims  are  you  going. 
Going  each  with  staff  in  hand? 

GIRLS. 

We  are  going  on  a  journey, 

Going  at  our  King's  cornmand. 

ALL. 

Over  hills,  and  plains,  and  valleys, 
We  are  going  to  his  palace, 
We  are  going  to  his  palace, 

Going  to  the  better  land; 
We  are  going  to  his  palace,  ^ 

Going  to  the  better  land. 


HEAVEN.  263 


BOYS. 

2  Fear  ye  not  the  way  so  lonely, 
You,  a  little,  feeble  band  ? 

GIRLS. 

No,  for  friends,  unseen,  are  near  us, 
Holy  angels  round  us  stand. 

ALL. 

Christ,  our  Leader,  walks  beside  us. 
He  will  guard  and  he  will  guide  us, 
He  will  guard  and  he  will  guide  us, 

Guide  us  to  that  better  land  ; 
He  will  guard  and  he  will  guide  us, 

Guide  us  to  that  better  land. 


BOYS. 

3  Tell  me,  pilgrims,  what  you  hope  for 
In  that  far-off  better  land  ? 

GIRLS. 

Spotless  robes  and  crowns  of  glory. 
From  a  Saviour's  loving  hand. 

ALL. 

We  shall  drink  of  life's  clear  river, 
We  shall  dwell  with  God  forever, 
We  shall  dwell  with  God  forever. 
In  that  bright,  that  better  land. 


BOYS. 

4  Pilgrims,  may  we  travel  with  you 

To  that  bright  and  better  land? 


264  HEAVEN. 


GIRLS. 

Come,  and  welcome,  come,  and  welcome. 
Welcome  to  our  pilgrim  band. 

ALL. 

Come,  oh,  come,  and  do  not  leave  us, 
Christ  is  waiting  to  receive  us, 
Christ  is  waiting  to  receive  us, 

In  that  bright,  that  better  land. 

0^\)      Music— Golden  Chain,      g's  ^^t^  8's. 

A  beautiful  land  by  faith  I  see, 

A  land  of  rest,  from  sorrow  free, 

The  home  of  the  ransomed,  bright  and  fair, 
.    And  beautiful  angels,  too,  are  there. 

Chorus. 
Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 

Go  to  that  beautiful  land  with  me? 
Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 

Go  to  that  beautiful  land. 

2  That  beautiful  land,  the  City  of  Light, 
It  ne'er  has  known  the  shades  of  night; 
The  glory  of  God,  the  light  of  day 

Hath  driven  the  darkness  far  away. — Cho. 

3  In  vision  I  see  its  streets  of  gold, 
Its  beautiful  gates  I  too  behold. 
The  river  of  life,  the  crystal  sea. 

The  ambrosial  fruit  of  life's  fair  tree. — Cho, 


HEAVEN.  265 


The  heavenly  throng  arrayed  in  white, 
In  rapture  range  the  plains  of  light ; 
And  in  one  harmonious  choir  they  praise 
Their  glorious  Saviour's  matchless  grace. 

Cho. 


330 


Music — Golden  Ce^iser. 
My  heavenly  home  is  bright  and  fair, 

We'll  be  gathered  home ; 
Nor  death  nor  sighing  visit  there, 

We'll  be  gathered  home. 

Chorus. 
We'll  wait  till  Jesus  comes. 
We'll  wait  till  Jesus  comes, 
We'll  wait  till  Jesus  comes, 
And  we'll  be  gathered  home. 

2  Its  glittering  towers  the  sun  outshine, 

We!ll  be  gathered  home  ; 
That  heavenly  mansion  shall  be  mine, 
We'll  be  gathered  home. — Cho. 

3  My  Father's  house  is  built  on  high. 

We'll  be  gathered  home;  - 
Above  the  arched  and  starry  sky, 
We'll  be  gathered  home. — Cho. 

4  Let  others  seek  a  home  below, 

We'll  be  gathered  home; 
Which  flames  devour,  or  waves  overthrow, 
We'll  be  gathered  home. — Cho. 


266  HEAVEN. 


5  Be  mine  the  happier  lot  to  own, 

We'll  be  gathered  home ; 
A  heavenly  mansion  near  the  throne, 
We'll  be  gathered  home. — Cho. 

6  Then  fail  this  earth,  let  stars  decline, 

We'll  be  gathered  home ; 
And  sun  and  moon  refuse  to  shine, 
We'll  be  gathered  home. — Cho. 

7  All  nature  sink,  and  cease  to  be, 

We'll  be  gathered  home ; 
That  heavenly  mansion  stands  for  me, 
We'll  be  gathered  home. — Cho. 


331 


Shall  we  meet  in  heaven,  shall  we  meet  in 
heaven, 

With  the  blest  who  have  gone  before  ? 
Will  a  crown  be  given,  will  a  crown  be  given, 

When  we  stand  on  the  other  shore  ? 

Refrain. 

We  may  all  meet  there, 

\Ve  may  all  meet  there, 

If  we  love  the  Lord,  and  obey  his  word, 

We  may  all  meet  there. 

2  Will  the  angels  bright,  will  the  angels  bright. 
Bear  us  on  to  that  happy  home  ? 
With  the  saints  in  light,  with   the  saints   in 
light, 
Shall  we   stand  round  the  great  white 
throne  ? — Ref. 


HEAVEN.  267 


3  Yes,  we  all  may  meet,  yes,  we  all  may  meet, 
Where  this  life  and  its  toils  are  o'er. 
And  each  other  greet,  and  each  other  greet. 
In  a  land  where  we'll  part  no  more. 

Ref. 


332 


Music — Golden  Censer.       j's  &'  6's 
There  is  a  glorious  kingdom, 

A  kingdom  bright  and  fair, 
And  many  little  children 

Wait  on  the  good  King  there, 
Yes,  children,  children 
Are  in  that  glorious  kingdom  ; 
That  kingdom,  that  kingdom, 
That  kingdom  bright  and  fair. 

2  Oh,  in  that  glorious  kingdom, 

And  on  that  golden  throne, 
There  reigns  the  blessed  Saviour, 

Those  children  are  his  own. 
Yes,  children,  children 
Are  in  that  glorious  kingdom ; 
That  kingdom,  that  kingdom. 
That  kingdom  bright  and  fair. 

3  Come,  all  who  love  that  kingdom. 

That  kingdom  bright  and  fair  ; 
Come,  give  your  hearts  to  Jesus, 

And  dwell  forever  there. 

And  praise  him — praise  him 
Forever  in  that  kingdom  ; 
That  kingdom,  that  kingdom. 
That  kingdom  bright  and  fair. 


268  HEAVEN. 


333 


Music — Golden  Censer.      8's&^fs, 
We  are  out  on  the  ocean  sailing, 

Homeward  bound  we  sweetly  glide; 
We  are  out  on  the  ocean  sailing, 

To  a  home  beyond  the  tide. 

Chorus. 
All  the  storms  will  soon  be  over, 

Then  we'll  anchor  in  the  harbor, 
We  are  out  on  the  ocean  sailing 

To  a  home  beyond  the  tide. 

2  Millions  now  are  safely  landed, 

Over  on  the  golden  shore  : 
Millions  more  are  on  their  journey, 
Yet  there's  room  for  millions  more. 

Cho. 

3  Spread  your  sails  while  heavenly  breezes 

Gently  v/aft  our  vessel  on  ; 
All  on  board  are  sweetly  singing — 
Free  salvation  is  the  song. — Cho. 

4  When  we  all  are  safely  anchored, 

We  will  shout — our  trials  o'er  ; 
We  will  walk  about  the  city, 

And  we'll  sing  forevermore. — Cho. 

004. 

tJKJ^C     Music — Golde?i  Censer. 

Jerusalem,  forever  bright. 

Beautiful  land  of  rest ! 
No  winter  there,  nor  chill  of  night, 

Beautiful  land  of  rest ! 


HEAVEN.  269 


The  dripping  cloud  is  chased  away, 
The  sun  breaks  forth  in  endless  day, 

Jerusalem,  Jerusalem, 

The  beautiful  land  of  rest. 

Chorus. 
Beautiful  land,  beautiful  land, 

Beautiful  land  of  rest ! 
Beautiful  land,  beautiful  land. 

Beautiful  land  of  rest. 

2  Jerusalem,  forever  free, 

Beautiful  land  of  rest! 
The  soul's  sweet  home  of  liberty, 

Beautiful  land  of  rest ! 
The  gyves  of  sin,  the  chains  of  woe, 
The  ransomed  there  will  never  know, — 

Jerusalem,  Jerusalem, 

The  beautiful  land  of  rest. — Cho. 

3  Jerusalem,  forever  dear, 

Beautiful  land  of  rest ! 
Thy  pearly  gates  almost  appear, 

Beautiful  land  of  rest ! 
And  when  v/e  tread  thy  lovely  shore, 
We'll  sing  the  song  we've  sung  before, 

Jerusalem,  Jerusalem, 

The  beautiful  land  of  rest. — Cho. 

%JtJfJ    Music— Book  of  Worship. 
I'm  but  a  stranger  here,  heaven  is  my  home. 
Earth  is  a  desert  drear,  heaven  is  my  home. 


27©  HEAVEN. 


Danger  and  sorrow  stand 
Round  me  on  every  hand ; 
Heaven   is   my   fatherland, — heaven  is  my 
home. 


2  What  though  the  tempest  rage,  heaven  is  my 
home. 
Short  is  my  pilgrimage,  heaven  is  my  home, 
Time's  cold  and  wintry  blast 
Soon  will  be  overpast ; 
I   shall   reach  home   at  last,  heaven  is  my 
home. 


There,  at  my  Saviour's  side,  heaven  is  my 

home, 
I  shall  be  glorified,  heaven  is  my  home. 
There  are  the  good  and  blest, 
Those  I  loved  most  and  best, 
And  there  I,  too,  shall  rest,  heaven  is  my 
home. 


336 


fs  &>  6's. 
Music — Book  of  Worship. 


There  is  a  holy  city, 

A  happy  world  above, 
Beyond  the  starry  regions, 

Built  by  the  God  of  love ; 
An  everlasting  temple  ; 

And  saints  arrayed  in  white 
There  serve  their  great  Redeemer, 

And  dwell  with  him  in  light. 


HEAVEN.  27] 


Is  this  the  man  of  sorrows, 

Who  stood  at  Pilate's  iDar, 
Condemned  by  haughty  Herod, 

And  by  his  men  of  war  ? 
He  seems  a  mighty  conqueror, 

Who  spoiled  the  powers  below, 
And  ransomed  many  captives 

From  everlasting  woe  ! 


The  hosts  of  saints  around  him 

Proclaim  his  work  of  grace  ; 
The  patriarchs  and  prophets, 

And  all  the  godly  race, 
Who  speak  of  fiery  trials 

And  tortures  on  their  way — 
They  came  from  tribulation 

To  everlasting  day. 


337 


Music — Book  of  Worship. 

We  are  on  our  journey  home. 

Where  Christ  our  Lord  is  gone : 

We  shall  meet  around  his  throne, 
When  he  makes  his  people  one 
II  :  In  the  new  :  ||  Jerusalem. 

2  We  can  see  that  distant  home, 

Though  clouds  rise  dark  between 
Faith  views  the  radiant  dome, 
And  a  lustre  flashes  keen 
II  :  From  the  new  :  ||  Jerusalem. 


272  HEAVEN. 


3  Oh,  glory  shining  far 

From  the  never-setting  sun  ! 
Oh,  trembling  morning  star  ! 

Our  journey's  almost  done 
II  :  To  the  new  :  ||  Jerusalem. 

4  Oh,  holy,  heavenly  home  ! 

Oh,  rest  eternal  there  ! 
When  shall  the  exiles  come, 

Where  they  cease  from  earthly  care 
II  :  In  the  new  :  |!  Jerusalem. 


338 


CM. 


There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight. 
Where  saints  immortal  reign  ; 

Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never-withering  flowers  ; 
Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood 

Stand  dressed  in  living  green  ; 
So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood. 
While  Jordan  rolled  between. 

4  But  timorous  mortals  start  and  shrink 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea  ; 

And  linger,  shivering  on  the  iDrink, 

And  fear  to  launch  awav. 


HEAVEN.  273 


5  Oh,  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 

Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love 
With  unbeclouded  eyes  : 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 
Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 


339 


C.  M. 


When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
To  mansions  in  the  skies, 

I'll  bid  farewell  to  every  fear. 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage 

And  hellish  darts  be  hurled, 
Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall, 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all, 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 


274  HEAVEN. 


tJ^KJ  Music — Happy  Voices.  ii's. 

My  home  is  in  heaven,  my  rest  is  not  here  : 
Then  why  should  I  murmur  when  trials  are 

near  ? 
Be  hushed,  my  dark  spirit :    the  worst  that 

can  come, 
But  shortens  thy  journey,  and  hastens  thee 

home. 

Chorus. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home  ! 
Receive  me,  dear  Saviour,  in  glory  at  home. 

2  It  is  not  for  me  to  be  seeking  my  bliss. 
And  building  my  hopes  in  a  region  like  this  ; 
I  look  for  a  city  which  hands  have  not  piled  ; 
I  pant  for  a  country  by  sin  undefiled. — Cho. 

3  Afflictions     may     damp     me,     but     cannot 

destroy, 
The  glimpse  of  his  love  turns  them  all  into 

joy ; 

And  the  bitterest  tears,  if  he  smile  but  on 

them, 
Like  dew  in  the  sunshine,  turn  diamond  or 

gem. — Cho, 


341 


6' s  63^  4  s. 
There  is  a  happy  land, 

Far,  far  away, 
Where  saints  in  glory  stand, 

Bright,  bright  as  day  ; 


HEAVEN.  275 


Oh,  how  they  sweetly  sing, 
Worthy  is  our  Saviour  King, 
Loud  let  his  praises  ring, 
Praise,  praise  for  aye. 

Come  to  that  happy  land, 

Come,  come  away  ; 
Why  will  ye  doubting  stand  ? 

Why  still  delay  ? 
Oh,  we  shall  happy  be. 
When,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Lord,  we  shall  live  with  thee. 

Blest,  blest  for  aye. 

Bright,  in  that  happy  land. 

Beams  every  eye  ; 
Kept  by  a  Father's  hand, 

Love  cannot  die. 
Oh,  then  to  glory  run, 
Be  a  crown  and  kingdom  won  : 
And  bright,  above  the  sun, 

We  reign  for  aye. 


342 


Music — Golden  Chain. 
Around  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven. 

Ten  thousand  children  stand. 
Children  whose  sins  are  all  forgiven. 

A  holy,  happy  band. 

Chorus. 

Singing  glory,  glory,  glory  hallelujah, 
Singing  glory,  glory,  glory  hallelujah. 


276  HEAVEN. 


2  What  brought  them  to  that  world  above, 

That  heaven  so  bright  and  fair  : 
Where  all  is  peace,  and  joy,  and  love, 

How  came  those  children  there  ? — Cho. 

3  Because  the  Saviour  shed  his  blood 

To  wash  away  our  sin  ; 
Bathed  in  that  pure  and  precious  flood, 
Behold  them  white  and  clean. — Cho. 

4  On  earth  they  sought  the  Saviour's  grace, 

On  earth  they  loved  his  name  ; 
And  now  they  see  his  blessed  face. 

And  stand  before  the  Lamb. — Cho. 


343 


L.  M. 


Beautiful  Zion,  built  above, 
Beautiful  city  that  I  love ; 
Beautiful  gates  of  pearly  white. 
Beautiful  temple — God  its  light ; 
He  who  was  slain  on  Calvary 
Opens  those  pearly  gates  to  me. 

2  Beautiful  heaven,  where  all  is  light, 
Beautiful  angels  clothed  in  white  ; 
Beautiful  strains  that  never  tire. 
Beautiful  harps  through  all  the  choir ; 
There  shall  I  join  the  chorus  sweet. 
Worshiping  at  the  Saviour's  feet. 

3  Beautiful  crowns  on  every  brow. 
Beautiful  palms  the  conquerors  show. 
Beautiful  robes  the  ransomed  wear, 


HEAVEN.  277 


Beautiful  all  who  enter  there  ; 

Thither  I  press  with  eager  feet, 

There  shall  my  rest  be  long  and  sweet. 

Beautiful  throne  for  Christ  our  King, 
Beautiful  songs  the  angels  sing. 
Beautiful  rest,  all  wandering  cease. 
Beautiful  home  of  perfect  peace  ! 
There  shall  my  eyes  the  Saviour  see  ; 
Haste  to  this  heavenly  home  with  me. 


344 


Music — Golden  Cham.      8's  &^  fs. 

In  the  Christian's  home  in  glory 
There  remains  a  land  of  rest, 

There  my  Saviour's  gone  before  me, 
To  fulfill  my  soul's  request. 

Chorus. 

There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 
There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 
There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 

There  is  rest  for  you — 
On  the  other  side  of  Jordan, 
In  the  sweet  fields  of  Eden, 
Where  the  tree  of  life  is  blooming, 

There  is  rest  for  you. 

2  He  is  fitting  up  my  mansion, 

Which  eternally  shall  stand, 
For  my  stay  shall  not  be  transient 
In  that  holy,  happy  land. — Cho. 


278  HEAVEN. 


3  Pain  nor  sickness  ne'er  shall  enter, 

Grief  nor  woe  my  lot  shall  share  : 
But  in  that  celestial  centre, 

I  a  crown  of  life  shall  wear. — Cho. 

4  Death  itself  shall  then  be  vanquished, 

And  its  sting  shall  be  withdrawn  ; 
Shout  for  gladness,  O  ye  ransomed. 

Hail  with  joy  the  rising  morn.— Cho. 

5  Sing,  O  sing,  ye  heirs  of  glory, 

Shout  your  triumph  as  you  go  ; 
Zion's  gates  will  open  for  you, 

You  shall  find  an  entrance  through. 

Cho. 


345 


Music — Happy  Voices,  C.  M. 

My  days  are  ghding  swiftly  by. 

And  I,  a  pilgrim  stranger, 
Would  not  detain  them  as  they  fly, 

Those  hours  of  toil  and  danger. 

Chorus. 

For  oh,  we  stand  on  Jordan's  strand, 
Our  friends  are  passing  over, 

And  just  before,  the  shining  shore 
We  may  almost  discover. 

2  We'll  gird  our  loins,  my  brethren  dear, 
Our  distant  home  discerning  ; 
Our  absent  Lord  has  left  us  word. 

Let  every  lamp  be  burning. — Cho. 


HEAVEN.  279 


3  Should  coming  days  be  cold  and  dark, 

We  need  not  cease  our  singing  ; 
That  perfect  rest  naught  can  molest, 

Where  golden  hnrps  are  ringing. — Cho 

4  Let  sorrow's  rudest  tempest  blow, 

Each  chord  on  earth  to  sever. 
Our  King  says,  "  Come,"  and  there  is  our 
home. 
Forever,  oh,  forever. — Cho. 


346 


Music — Singing  Pilgrim. 

They  are  waiting  for  the  coming. 

Angels  on  the  other  shore, 
Waiting  to  receive  the  ransomed. 

When  the  storms  of  life  are  o'er; 
Watching  at  the  shining  portals 

Of  our  Father's  mansion  fair  ; 
They  will  strike  their  harps  of  glory, 

They  will  bid  us  welcome  there. 

Chorus. 

They  are  waiting,  waiting,  waiting 
Angels  on  the  other  shore  ; 

Waiting  to  receive  the  ransomed, 

When  the  storms  of  life  are  o'er. 

2  They  are  waiting  for  the  aged, 

Those  who  long  the  way  have  trod 
Waiting  for  the  poor  in  spirit. 

Rich  in  faith  and  love  to  God ; 


28o  HEAVEN. 


For  the  young  and  valiant  soldiers, 
Who  have  nobly  borne  their  part, 

For  the  self-denying  Christian  ; 

For  the  meek,  the  pure  in  heart. — Cho. 


They  are  waiting  for  the  heralds 

Who  in  distant  lands  proclaim 
Life  eternal,  free  salvation, 

Through  a  dying  Saviour's  name. 
Waiting  for  the  silent  mourner, 

For  the  weary  and  oppressed. 
Who  have  borne  their  cross  with  patience, 

And  are  going  home  to  rest. — Cho. 

In  the  sunny  vales  of  Eden, 

By  the  river,  clear  and  bright, 
Where  the  tree  of  life  is  planted, 

And  our  faith  is  lost  in  sight ; 
We  shall  join  the  "church  triumphant," 

Free  from  sorrow,  toil,  and  care; 
Every  tie  again  united, 

There  will  be  no  parting  there. — Cho. 


347 


Music — Musical  Leaves. 


When  life's  labor-song  is  sung, 
And  the  ebon  arch  is  sprung 

O'er  the  shaded  couch  of  death  so  still : 
Then  the  Lord  will  light  the  scene 
With  the  angels'  starry  sheen, 

As  they  welcome  us  to  Zion's  hill. 


HEAVEN.  281 


Chorus. 

We'll  meet  each  other  there, 

Yes  !  we'll  meet  each  other  there, 

With  the  angels  in  the  air, 

Yes !  we'll  meet  each  other  there  ; 

We'll  meet  each  other  there, 

Yes  !  we'll  meet  each  other  there. 

With  the  angels,  with  the  angels  in  the  air 


2  Dark  the  shadows  in  the  vale, 
Fierce  the  howling  of  the  gale, 

But  the  shining  ones  are  near  our  door; 
With  our  robes  as  bright  as  they, 
We  will  tread  the  starry  way, 

With  the  shadow  and  the  storm  no  more. 

Cho. 

3  Flood  the  heart  with  parting  tears, 
Frost  the  head  with  passing  years. 

Mingle  want  and  woe  together  here  ; 
But  the  Lord  will  lift  the  cloud 
That  enwraps  the  shining  crowd, 

And  we'll  never  know  a  sorrow  there. 

Cho. 


348 


Music — Musical  Leaves. 


Weary  wanderer  o'er  the  main, 
Seeking  for  thy  home  again, 
Through  the  gathering  mists  that  rise, 
Veiling  thy  natal  skies  ; 


282  HEAVEN. 


Look  beyond,  there's  light  for  thee, 
Streaming  o'er  the  turbid  sea  ; 
Softly  it  smiles,  though  distant  far. 
The  beautiful  polar  star. 

Stranger  on  a  rocky  strand 
Longing  for  thy  father-land, 
Through  the  gathering  clouds  that  rise, 
Veiling  thy  natal  skies  ; 
Look  beyond,  there's  hope  for  thee. 
Dawning  o'er  the  tranquil  sea, 
Softly  it  smiles,  though  distant  far. 
The  beautiful  polar  star. 

Lonely  watcher,  pale  with  grief, 
Thou  shalt  find  a  sweet  relief. 
Though  thy  tears  unheeded  fall, 
Jesus  will  count  them  all ; 
Look  beyond,  there's  joy  for  thee, 
Breaking  o'er  a  troubled  sea. 
Softly  it  smiles,  though  distant  far, 
The  beautiful  polar  star. 


349 


Music — Songs  of  Gladiicss.  fs  &^  as. 
Jerusalem  the  golden, 

With  milk  and  honey  blest. 
Beneath  thy  contemplation 

Sink  heart  and  voice  to  rest. 
I  know  not — oh  !  I  know  not 

What  joys  await  me  there, 
What  radiancy  of  glory, 

What  bliss  beyond  compare. 


HEAVEN.  283 


They  stand,  those  halls  of  Zion, 

All  jubilant  with  song, 
And  bright  with  many  an  angel, 

And  all  the  martyr  throng. 
There  is  the  throne  of  David, 

And  there,  from  toil  released, 
The  shout  of  them  that  triumph, 

The  song  of  them  that  feast. 

And  they  who,  with  their  Leader, 

Have  conquered  in  the  fight, 
Forever  and  forever 

Are  clad  in  robes  of  white. 
Oh,  land  that  seest  no  sorrow, 

Oh,  state  that  fearest  no  strife, 
Oh,  royal  land  of  flowers. 

Oh,  realms  and  home  of  life ! 

Oh,  sweet  and  blessed  country, 

The  home  of  God's  elect ; 
Oh,  sweet  and  blessed  country, 

That  eager  hearts  expect ! 
Jesus,  in  mercy  bring  us 

To  that  dear  land  of  rest, 
Who  art,  with  God  the  Father 

And  Spirit,  ever  blest. 


350 


Music — Book  of  Praise.  L.  M. 

O  happy  saints,  who  dwell  in  light, 
And  walk  with  Jesus,  clothed  in  white; 
Safe  landed  on  that  peaceful  shore. 
Where  pilgrims  meet  to  part  no  more. 


284  HEAVEN, 


2  Released  from  sin,  and  toil,  and  grief, 
Death  was  their  gate  to  endless  life  ; 
An  opened  cage  to  let  them  fly 

And  build  their  happy  nests  on  high. 

3  And  now  they  range  the  heavenly  plains, 
And  sing  their  hymns  in  melting  strains, 
And  now  their  souls  begin  to  prove 

The  heights  and  depths  of  Jesus'  love. 

4  He  cheers  them  with  eternal  smile, 
They  sing  hosannas  all  the  while  ; 
Or,  overwhelmed  with  rapture  sweet, 
Sink  down  adoring  at  his  feet. 

5  Ah  !  Lord,  with  tardy  steps  I  creep, 

And  sometimes  sing  and  sometimes  weep  ; 
Yet  strip  me  of  this  house  of  clay, 
And  I  will  sing  as  loud  as  they. 


351 


Music — Book  of  Praise.  6's, 

There  is  a  blessed  home, 

Beyond  this  land  of  woe. 
Where  trials  never  come, 

Nor  tears  of  sorrow  flow  ; 
Where  faith  is  lost  in  sight, 

And  patient  hope  is  crowned, 
And  everlasting  light 

Its  glory  throws  around. 

2  There  is  a  land  of  peace, 

Good  angels  know  it  well ; 
Glad  songs  that  never  cease 
Within  its  portals  swell  ; 


HEAVEN.  285 


Around  its  glorious  throne 

Ten  thousand  saints  adore 

Christ,  with  the  Father  one, 
And  Spirit,  evermore. 

Look  up,  ye  saints  of  God, 

Nor  fear  to  tread  below 
The  path  your  Saviour  trod 

Of  daily  toil  and  woe  ; 
Wait  but  a  little  while 

In  uncomplaining  love, 
His  own  most  gracious  smile 

Shall  welcome  you  above. 


352 


Music — Happy  Voices.      8" s  6^  fs. 

Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  river. 
Where  the  surges  cease  to  roll, 

Where,  in  all  the  bright  forever, 

Sorrow  ne'er  shall  press  the  soul  ? 

Chorus. 

Shall  we  meet,  shall  we  meet, 
Shall  we  meet,  shall  we  meet, 
Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  river, 
Where  the  surges  cease  to  roll  ? 


2  Shall  we  meet  in  that  blest  harbor, 

When  our  stormy  voyage  is  o'er  ; 
Shall  we  meet  and  cast  the  anchor 
By  the  fair  celestial  shore. — Cho. 


286  HEAVEN. 


3  Where  the  music  of  the  ransomed 

Rolls  in  harmony  around, 
And  creation  swells  the  chorus 

With  its  sweet  melodious  sound. — Cho. 

4  Shall  we  meet  with  many  a  loved  one 

Torn  on  earth  from  our  embrace  ? 
Shall  we  listen  to  their  voices, 

And  behold  them  face  to  face  ? — Cho. 

5  Shall  we  meet  with  Christ  our  Saviour, 

When  he  comes  to  claim  his  own  ? 
Shall  we  hear  him  bid  us  welcome. 

And  sit  down  upon  his  throne  ? — Cho. 

^  ^  ^         Music — Happy  Voices.  jo's. 

Joyfully,  joyfully,  onward  we  move, 
Bound  to  the  land  of  bright  spirits  above, 
Jesus,  our  Saviour,  in  mercy  says,  Come, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  haste  to  your  home. 
Soon  will  our  pilgrimage  end  here  below, 
Soon  to  the  presence  of  God  we  shall  go  ; 
Then  if  to  Jesus  our  hearts  have  been  given, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  rest  we  in  heaven. 

2  Teachers  and  scholars  have  passed  on  before; 
Waiting,  they  watch  us  approaching  the  shore. 
Singing  to  cheer  us  while  passing  along, 
"  Joyfully,  joyfully,  haste  to  your  home." 
Sounds  of  sweet  music  there  ravish  the  ear  ; 
Harps  of  the  l)lessed,  your  strains  we  shall 

hear. 
Filling  with  harmony  heaven's  high  dome  ; 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  Jesus,  we  come. 


HEAVEN.  287 


Death  with  his  arrow  may  soon  lay  us  low  ; 
Safe  in  our  Saviour,  Ave  fear  not  the  blow  ; 
Jesus  hath  broken  the  bars  of  the  tomb  ; 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  will  we  go  home. 
Bright  will  the  morn  of  eternity  dawn, 
Death   shall   be   conquered,   his  sceptre   be 

gone  ; 
Over  the  plains  of  sweet  Canaan  we'll  roam, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  safely  at  home. 


354 


Music— Happy  Voices. 

Shall  we  gather  at  the  river 

Where  bright  angel  feet  have  trod  ; 
With  its  crystal  tide  forever 

Flowing  by  the  throne  of  God  ? 

Chorus. 
Yes,  we'll  gather  at  the  river. 
The  beautiful,  the  beautiful  river — ■ 
Gather  with  the  saints  at  the  river 
That  flows  by  the  throne  of  God. 

2  On  the  margin  of  the  river, 

Washing  up  its  silver  spray, 
We  will  walk  and  worship  ever. 

All  the  happy,  golden  day.— Cho. 

3  Ere  we  reach  the  shining  river. 

Lay  we  every  burden  down  ; 
Grace  our  spirits  will  deliver, 

And  provide  a  robe  and  crown. — Cho. 


288  HEAVEN. 


4  At  the  smiling  of  the  river, 

Mirror  of  the  Saviour's  face, 
Saints  whom  death  will  never  sever 
Lift  their  songs  of  saving  grace. 

Cho. 

5  Soon  we'll  reach  the  silver  river. 

Soon  our  pilgrimage  will  cease  ; 
Soon  our  happy  hearts  will  quiver 
With  the  melody  of  peace. — Cho. 


355 


Music — Gospel  Hymns  No.  3, 

I've  reached  the  land  of  corn  and  wine, 
And  all  its  riches  freely  mine  ; 
Here  shines  undimmed  one  blissful  day, 
For  all  my  night  has  passed  away. 

Chorus. 

Oh,  Beulah  land,  sweet  Beulah  land. 
As  on  thy  highest  mount  I  stand, 
I  look  away  across  the  sea, 
Where  mansions  are  prepared  for  me, 
And  view  the  shining  glory  shore, 
My  heaven,  my  hoine  forevermore  ! 


The  Saviour  comes  and  walks  with  me, 
And  sweet  communion  here  have  we  ; 
He  gently  leads  me  with  his  hand, 
For  this  is  heaven's  border-land.  — Cho. 


HEAVEN.  289 


3  A  sweet  perfume  upon  the  breeze 
Is  borne  from  ever-vernal  trees, 
And  flowers  that  never  fading  grow 
Where  streams  of  life  forever  flow. — Cho. 

4  The  zephyrs  seem  to  float  to  me. 
Sweet  sounds  of  heaven's  melody, 

As  angels,  with  the  white-robed  throng, 
Join  in  the  sweet  redemption  song. — Cho. 


356 


CM. 


Music — New  Golden  Shower. 
O  land  of  rest,  for  thee  I  sigh, 

When  will  the  moment  come 
When  I  shall  lay  my  armor  by, 

And  dwell  in  peace  at  home  ? 

Chorus. 

We'll  wait  till  Jesus  comes, 
We'll  wait  till  Jesus  comes. 
We'll  wait  till  Jesus  comes. 
And  we'll  be  gathered  home. 

2  No  tranquil  joys  on  earth  I  know, 

No  peaceful  sheltering  dome. 
This  world's  a  wilderness  of  woe. 

This  world  is  not  my  home. — Cho. 

3  To  Jesus  Christ  I  fled  for  rest. 

He  bade  me  cease  to  roam, 
And  lean  for  succor  on  his  breast, 

And  he'd  conduct  me  home. — Cho. 


290  HEAVEN. 


4  I  sought  at  once  my  Saviour's  side, 
No  more  my  steps  shall  roam, 
With  him  I'll  brave  death's  chilling  tide, 
And  reach  my  heavenly  home. — Cho. 


357 


Music — New  Golden  Shower. 
There's  a  beautiful  land  on  high, 
To  its  glories  I  fain  would  fly, 
When  by  sorrows  pressed  down,  I  long  for 
my  crown 
In  that  beautiful  land  on  high. 

Chcrus. 

In  that  beautiful  land  I'll  be 
From  earth  and  its  cares  set  free ; 
My  Jesus  is  there,  he's  gone  to  prepare 
A  place  in  that  land  for  me. 

2  There's  a  beautiful  land  on  high, 
Then  why  should  I  fear  to  die. 

When  death  is  the  way  to  the  realms  of  day, 
In  that  beautiful  land  on  high. — Cho. 

3  There's  a  beautiful  land  on  high, 
And  my  kindred  its  bliss  enjov  ; 

And  methinks  I  now  see  them  waiting  forme, 
In  that  beautiful  land  on  high. — Cho. 

4  There's  a  beautiful  land  on  high. 
Where  I  never  shall  weep  or  sigh: 

For  my  father  hath  said  no  tear  shall  be  shed 
In  that  beautiful  land  on  high. — Cho, 


HEAVEN.  291 


5  There's  a  beautiful  land  on  high, 
Where  we  never  shall  say  "  good-bye  ;" 
Where    the  righteous   will  sing,    and   their 
chorus  will  ring 
In  that  beautiful  land  on  high. — Cho. 


358 


Music — Fresh  Laurels.     8's  &'  fs, 
I  am  waiting  by  the  river, 

And  my  heart  has  waited  long  ; 
Now  I  think  I  hear  the  chorus 

Of  the  angels'  welcome  song; 
Oh,  I  see  the  dawn  is  breaking 

On  the  hill-tops  of  the  blest, 
"  Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 

And  the  weary  be  at  rest." 

Far  away  beyond  the  shadows 

Of  this  weary  vale  of  tears. 
There  the  tide  of  bliss  is  sweeping 

Through    the    bright    and    changeless 
years ; 
Oh  !  I  long  to  be  with  Jesus, 

In  the  mansions  of  the  blest, 
"Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 

And  the  weary  be  at  rest." 


359 


Music — Golden  Chain. 
We  are  joyously  voyaging  over  the  main, 

Bound  for  the  evergreen  shore, 
Whose    inhabitants  never  of  sickness  com- 
plain. 
And  never  see  death  any  more. 


292  HEAVEN. 


Chorus. 
Then  let  the  hurricane  roar, 
It  will  the  sooner  be  o'er, 
We  will  weather  the  blast,  and  will  land  at 

last, 
Safe  on  the  evergreen  shore. 

2  We  have  nothing  to  fear  from  the  wind  and 

the  wave, 
Under  our  Saviour's  command  ; 
And  our  hearts  in  the  midst  of  the  dangers 

are  brave  ; 
For  Jesus  will  bring  us  to  land. — Cho. 

3  Let  the  high  heaving  billow  and  mountain- 

ous wave, 
Fearfully  overhead  break  ; 
There  is  One  by  our  side  that  can  comfort 
and  save ; 
There's  one  who  will  never  forsake. 

Cho. 

4  Let  the  vessel  be  wrecked  on  the  rock  or  the 

shoal, 
Sink  to  be  seen  nevermore  ; 
He  will  bear,  none  the  less,  every  passenger 

soul. 
Safe,  safe  to  the  evergreen  shore. — Cho. 

^  ^  ^  Music — Happy  Voices. 

Vvi\  a  pilgrim^,  and  I'm  a  stranger  ; 
I  can  tarry,  I  can  tarry  but  a  night. 
Do  not  detain  me,  for  I  am  going 
To  where  the  fountains  are  ever  flowing. 


HEAVEN.  293 


Chorus. 
I'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger ; 
I  can  tarry,  I  can  tarry  but  a  night. 

2  There  the  glory  is  ever  shining  ! 

Oh  my  longing  heart,  my  longing  heart  is 

there  ; 
Here  in  this  country,  so  dark  and  dreary, 
I  long  have  wandered,  forlorn  and  weary. 

Cho. 

3  There's  the  city  to  which  I  journey ; 

My  Redeemer,  my  Redeemer  is  its  light ! 
There  is  no  sorrow,  nor  any  sighing, 
Nor  any  sin  there,  nor  any  dying  ! — Cho. 


361 


Music — Book  of  Worship.      C.  M. 
On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 

And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 

Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  Oh  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene, 

That  rises  to  my  sight ; 
Sweet  fields  arrayed  in  living  green. 
And  rivers  of  delight ! 

3  There  generous  fruits,  that  never  fail. 

On  trees  immortal  grow  ; 
There  rocks  and  hills,  and  brooks  and  vales, 
With  milk  and  honey  flow. 


294  HEAVEN. 


4  On  all  those  wide-extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day  ; 
There  God,  the  Son,  forever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 

5  No  chilling  winds  nor  poisonous  breath 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore  : 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 


362 


Haste,  my  dull  soul,  arise. 

Cast  off  thy  care. 
Press  to  thy  native  skies. 

Mighty  in  prayer. 
Jesus  has  gone  before, 
Count  all  thy  troubles  o'er. 
He  who  thy  burden  bore, 

Jesus  is  there. 

2  Soul,  for  the  marriage-feast. 

Robe  and  prepare, 
Pureness  becomes  each  guest ; 

Jesus  is  there. 
Saints,  wave  your  victory  palms, 
Chant  your  celestial  psalms  ; 
Bride  of  the  Lamb,  thy  charms 

Oh,  let  us  wear  ! 

3  Heaven's  bliss  is  perfect,  pure, 

Glory  is  there ; 
Heaven's  bliss  is  ever  sure. 
Thou  art  its  heir. 


&s  &^  4S. 


HEAVEN.  295 


What  makes  its  joy  complete  ? 
What  makes  its  hymns  so  sweet  ? 
There  our  best  friend  we'll  meet, 
Jesus  is  -there. 


363 


Music — Book  of  Worship.        P.  M. 
Friend  after  friend  departs  : 

Who  hath  not  lost  a  friend  ? 
There  is  no  union  here  of  hearts 

That  finds  not  here  an  end . 
Were  this  frail  world  our  only  rest, 
Living  or  dying,  none  were  blest. 

Beyond  the  flight  of  time, 

Beyond  this  vale  of  death, 

There  surely  is  some  blessed  clime 
Where  life  is  not  a  breath. 

Nor  life's  affection  transient  fire. 

Whose  sparks  fly  upward  to  expire. 

There  is  a  world  above. 

Where  parting  is  unknown  ; 

A  whole  eternity  of  love. 

Formed  for  the  good  alone  : 

And  faith  beholds  the  dying  here 

Translated  to  that  happier  sphere. 


364 


Music— Book  of  Worship.         S.  M. 
"  Forever  with  the  Lord  !  " 

So,  Jesus,  let  it  be  : 
Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word — 

'Tis  immortality. 


296  HEAVEN. 


2  Here  in  the  body  pent, 

Absent  from  thee  I  roam  ; 
Yet  nightly  pitch  my  moving  tent 
A  day's  march  nearer  home. 

3  "Forever  with  the  Lord!  " 

Saviour,  if  'tis  thy  will, 
The  promise  of  that  faithful  word 
E'en  here  to  me  fulfill. 

4  So  when  my  latest  breath 

Shall  rend  the  veil  in  twain, 
By  death  I  shall  escape  from  death, 
And  life  eternal  gain. 


365 


Music —  Casket. 
There  is  a  beautiful  world. 

Where  saints  and  angels  sing ; 
A  world  where  peace  and  pleasure  reign, 

And  heavenly  praises  ring. 

Chorus. 

We'll  be  there,  we'll  be  there, 
Palms  of  victory  we  shall  wear, 

In  that  beautiful  world  on  high. 

2  There  is  a  beautiful  world, 

Where  sorrow  never  comes  ; 
A  world  where  tears  shall  never  fall. 
In  sighing  for  our  home. — Cho. 


HEAVEN.  297 


3  There  is  a  beautiful  world, 

Unseen  to  mortal  sight ; 
And  darkness  never  enters  there  ; 

That  home  is  fair  and  bright. — Cho. 

4  There  is  a  beautiful  world, 

Of  harmony  and  love  ; 
Oh,  may  we  safely  enter  there, 

And  dwell  with  God  above. — Cho. 


366 


Music — So7igs  of  Gladness. 

There's  a  land  that  is  fairer  than  day, 
And  by  faith  we  may  see  it  afar. 

For  the  Father  waits  over  the  way, 

To  prepare  us  a  dwelling-place  there. 

Chorus. 
In  the  sweet  by-and-by, 

We  shall  meet  on  that  beautiful  shore  ! 
With  our  Saviour  on  high, 

We  shall  meet  on  that  beautiful  shore ! 

2  We  shall  sing  on  that  beautiful  shore, 

The  melodious  songs  of  the  blest, 
And  our  spirits  shall  sorrow  no  more — 

Not  a  sigh  for  the  blessing  of  rest. — Cho. 

3  To  our  bountiful  Father  above, 

We  will  offer  the  tribute  of  praise, 
For  the  glorious  gift  of  his  love, 

And  the  blessings  that  hallow  our  days  ! 

Cho. 


298  HEAVEN. 


367 


Music —  Charm. 


By  and  by  we  shall  see  Jesus, 

By  and  by,  oh,  by  and  by  ; 
Even  now  he  looks  and  knows  us, 

Journeying  toward  his  home  on  high, 
And  he  smiles  upon  us,  saying, 

"  By  and  by,  oh,  by  and  by, 
Cares  and  trials  you'll  be  laying 

With  your  earthly  garments  by." 

Chorus. 
By  and  by,  oh,  sing  it  softly. 

Thinking  not  of  earthly  care, 
But  the  by  and  by  of  heaven, 

Waiting  for  us  over  there. 


By  and  by  we  shall  be  standing, 

By  and  by,  oh,  by  and  by. 
At  fair  heaven's  shining  landing. 

While  the  river  murmurs  by. 
And  our  friends  will  round  us  gather, 

By  and  by,  oh,  by  and  by. 
Saying,  "  Welcome,  for  the  Father 

Loves  to  have  his  children  nigh." — Cho. 


3  By  and  by,  we  say  it  gently. 

Looking  on  our  peaceful  dead, 
And  we  do  not  think  of  earth-life, 

But  of  heaven's  sweet  life  instead. 


HEAVEN.  299 


By  and  by  we  shall  all  gather, 

By  and  by,  oh,  by  and  by, 
In  the  life  of  God  our  Father, 

That  shall  know  no  by  and  by. — Cho. 

368 

Over  the  river  the  streets  are  of  gold, 
There  are  enjoyments  and  pleasures  untold  : 
Over  the  river  time  never  grows  old, 

Bearing  its  burden  of  years. 
There  all  our  sorrows  and  sighings  will  cease, 
Hushed  by  the  chorus  of  heavenly  peace. 
Over  the  river — thrice  happy  release  ! 

We  shall  be  free  from  our  fears. 

Chorus. 

Over  the  river,  over  the  river. 
Over  the  river  the  streets  are  of  gold, 
Over  the  river  the  streets  are  of  gold  ; 
There  are  enjoyments  and  pleasures  untold, 
Over  the  river  time  never  grows  old, 

Bearing  its  burden  of  years. 

2  There  every  tear  shall  be  wiped  from  our 
eyes. 
There  where  the  sunlight  of  glory  ne'er  dies, 
Lighting  forever  those  fair  upper  skies, 

Eden's  glad  plains  to  adorn. 
Over  the  river,  fair  kingdom  of  light  ! 
There  heaven's  mansions  forever  are  bright, 
Over  the  river  there  cometh  no  night, 
Long  as  eternity's  morn. — Cho. 


300  HEAVEN. 


369 


8's  <Sn»  /s. 
Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 

Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace  ; 
Let  us  each,  thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace  ; 

Oh,  refresh  us. 
Traveling  through  this  wilderness. 

2  Thanks  we  give  and  adoration, 

For  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 
May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 

In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound  ; 

May  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 

3  So,  whene'er  the  signal's  given. 

Us  from  earth  to  call  away, 
Borne  on  angels'  wings  to  heaven, 
Glad  to  leave  our  cumbrous  clay, 

May  we,  ready. 
Rise  and  reign  in  endless  day. 


370 


8's  &^  fs. 
May  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour, 

And  the  Father's  boundless  love, 
With  the  Holy  Spirit's  favor, 

Rest  upon  us  from  above  ! 

3  Thus  may  we  abide  in  union 

With  each  other  and  the  Lord ; 
And  possess,  in  sweet  communion, 
Joys  which  earth  cannot  afford. 


301 


371 


Only  just  across  the  river, 

Over  on  the  other  side, 
Where  the  angels  are  in  waiting, 

And  the  pure  in  heart  abide  ; 
Where  there  is  no  pain  or  sorrow 

To  intrude  on  heavenly  rest. 
Only  just  across  the  river, 

Stand  the  mansions  of  the  blest. 

Chorus. 
Only  just  across  the  river. 

Where  the  saints  are  passing  over, 
Only  just  across  the  river, 

Over  on  the  other  side. 

Only  just  across  the  river 

Are  the  friends  we  loved  below. 
Clad  in  pure  and  spotless  garments, 

That  are  whiter  than  the  snow  ; 
They  have  braved  cold  Jordan's  billows, 

And  have  passed  through  death's  alarms. 
They  are  free  from  every  sorrow. 

In  the  Saviour's  loving  arms. — Cho. 

Only  just  across  the  river. 

Where  the  hills  of  glory  shine, 
There  the  pearly  gates  unfolding, 

Lead  the  soul  to  joy  divine. 
There  the  tree  of  life  is  blooming, 

And  the  living  waters  glide, 
Only  just  across  the  river, 

Over  on  the  other  side. — Cho. 


502  HEAVEN. 


Only  just  across  the  river 

Are  the  robes  of  spotless  white  ; 
Only  just  across  the  river 

Are  the  crowns  of  glory  bright. 
And  the  saints  and  angels  joining 

In  the  songs  with  one  accord, 
Only  just  across  the  river, 

Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lord.— Cho. 


372 


On  the  sweet  Eden  shore,  so  peaceful  and 

bright, 
The   spirits   made  perfect  are   dwelling   in 

light ; 
Their  white  wings  are  wafting  them  gently 

along, 
Through  beautiful  regions  of  glory  and  song. 

Chorus. 
On  the  sweet  Eden  shore,  so  peaceful  and 

bright, 
On  the  sweet  Eden  shore,  the  home  of  the 

blest ; 
With  friends  gone  before. 
We'll  tarry  and  rest,  tarry  and  rest. 
Tarry  and  rest  on  the  shore. 

2  Oh,  blessed  to  rise  when  life's  pangs  are  o'er, 

To  mount  up  to  heaven  and  dwell  evermore, 

To  never  grow  weary  and  never  know  care, 

In  those  beautiful  regions  so  blooming  and 

fair. — Cho. 


HEAVEN.  303 


On  the  sweet  Eden  shore,  the  home  of  the 

blest, 
With  friends   gone  before  soon    we'll  tarry 

and  rest, 
Content  there  with  Jesus  our  Saviour  to  stay, 
We'll  delight  in  the  pleasures   that   never 

decay. — Cho. 


373 


Beautiful  home  of  the  blest, 
Beautiful  home,  beautiful  home  ! 
Home  where  the  weary  ones  rest, 

Beautiful  home  on  high  ! 
Home  where  the  pure  and  the  good  shall 

stand. 
Clad  in  white  raiment  at  God's  right  hand, 
Circling  his  throne  in  a  radiant  band. 

Singing  forever  there. 

2  Home  by  the  river  of  life, 
Beautiful  home,  beautiful  home  ! 
Free  from  earth's  passion  and  strife, 

Beautiful  home  on  high  ! 
Home  where  the  prisoner  findssweet  release  ; 
Home  where  all  sorrows  forever  cease  ; 
Home  where  the  ransomed  ones  dwell  in 
peace, 

Happy  forever  there. 

3  Home  of  the  glorified  throng, 
Beautiful  home,  beautiful  home  ! 
Home  of  the  shout  and  the  song, 

Beautiful  home  on  high  ! 


304  HEAVEN. 


Home  where  the  beautiful  angels  dwell ; 
Home  of  the  blessed,  where  all  is  well ; 
Home  of  sweet  raptures  no  tongue  can  tell, 
Ever  increasing  there. 


374 


I  have  read  of  a  beautiful  city, 

Far  away  in  the  kingdom  of  God  ; 
I  have  read  how  its  walls  are  of  jasper, 

How  its  streets  are  all  golden  and  broad. 
In  the  midst  of  the  street  is  life's  river, 

Clear  as  crystal  and  pure  to  behold  ; 
But  not  half  of  that  city's  bright  glory 

To  mortals  has  ever  been  told. 

Chorus. 
Not  half  has  ever  been  told  ; 

Not  half  has  ever  been  told ; 
Not  half  of  that  city's  bright  glory 

To  mortals  has  ever  been  told. 

I  have  read  of  bright  mansions  in  Heaven, 

Which  the  Saviour  has  gone  to  prepare  : 
And  the  saints  who  on  earth  have  been  faith- 
ful. 

Rest  forever  with  Christ  over  there  ; 
There  no  sin  ever  enters,  nor  sorrow. 

The  inhabitants  never  grow  old  ; 
But  not  half  of  the  joys  that  await  them 

To  mortals  has  ever  been  told. — Cho. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  305 

I  have  read  of  white  robes  for  the  righteous, 
Of  bright    crowns    which    the   glorified 
wear, 
When    our  Father    shall  bid  them  "  Come, 
enter, 
And  my  glory  eternally  share  ;  " 
How  the  righteous  are  evermore  blessed 

As  they  walk  through  the  streets  of  pure 
gold; 
But  not  half  of  the  wonderful  story 

To  mortals  has  ever  been  told. — Cho. 


375 


Music — Songs  of  Grace  and  Glory. 

In  the  march  of  life,  through   the  toil   and 
strife 

Of  the  winding  path  before  us, 
We  have  nought  to  fear  with  a  Saviour  near, 

And  his  banner  waving  o'er  us. 
If  the  tempest  rise  in  the  darkening  skies. 

We  will  yield  to  no  repining, 
Though  the  storm  roar  loud,  through  the  rifted 
cloud 

There's  a  golden  sunbeam  shining. 


Chorus. 
In  the  march  of  life,  through   the  toil   and 
strife 
Of  the  winding  path  before  us, 
We  have  nought  to  fear  with  a  Saviour  near, 
And  his  banner  waving  o'er  us. 


3o6  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  In  the  Christian  race  if  we  take  our  place, 

We  may  run  and  weary  never ; 

Daily  pressing  on  till  the  goal  be  won, 

Unto  Jesus  looking  ever. 
Casting  all  our  cares  on  the  Lord  by  prayer, 

He  will  keep  our  feet  from  falling  ; 

We  will  sure  obtain,  nor  have  to  run  in  vain, 

For  the  prize  of  God's  high  calling. 

Cho. 


376 


Music — Songs  of  Devotion. 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

Filled  with  dismay  ; 
Wait  not  for  to-morrow, 

Yield  thee  to-day. 
Heaven  bids  thee  come 

While  yet  there's  room. 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

Hear  and  obey  ? 

2  Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

Why  wilt  thou  die  ? 
Come  vv^hile  thou  canst  borrow 

Help  from  on  high  ; 
Grieve  not  that  love 

Which  from  above. 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow. 

Would  bring  thee  nigh. 

3  Child  of  sin  and  sorrow. 

Thy  moments  glide 
Like  the  flitting  arrow 
Or  rushing  tide. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  307 

Ere  time  is  o'er, 

Heaven's  grace  implore ; 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

In  Christ  confide. 


377 


Music — G.  H.  &^  S.  Songs,  No.  2, 
Repeat  the  story  o'er  and  o'er, 

Of  grace  so  full  and  free  ; 
I  love  to  hear  it  more  and  more, 

Since  grace  has  rescued  me. 

Chorus. 
The  half  was  never  told, 

The  half  was  never  told. 
Of  grace  divine,  so  wonderful, 

The  half  was  never  told. 

2  Of  peace  I  only  knew  the  name, 

Nor  found  my  soul  its  rest, 
Until  the  sweet-voiced  angel  came 

To  soothe  my  weary  breast. — Cho. 

3  My  highest  place  is  lying  low 

At  my  Redeemer's  feet  .* 
No  real  joy  in  life  I  know. 

But  in  his  service  sweet. — Cho. 

4  And  oh,  what  rapture  will  it  be 

With  all  the  host  above. 
To  sing  through  all  eternity 

The  wonders  of  his  love, — Cho, 


3o8  MISCELLANEOUS. 


378 


Go,  bury  thy  sorrow, 

The  world  hath  its  share : 
Go  bury  it  deeply, 

Go  hide  it  with  care. 
Go  think  of  it  calmly, 

When  curtained  by  night ; 
Go  tell  it  to  Jesus, 

And  all  will  be  right. 

2  Go  tell  it  to  Jesus, 

He  knoweth  thy  grief; 
Go  tell  it  to  Jesus, 

He'll  send  thee  relief. 
Go  gather  the  sunshine 

He  sheds  on  thy  way — 
He'll  lighten  thy  burden  : 

Go,  weary  one,  pray  ! 

3  Hearts  growing  weary 

With  heavier  woe. 
Now  droop  'mid  the  darkness, 

Go,  comfort  them,  go  I 
Go  bury  thy  sorrow. 

Let  others  be  blest ; 
Go,  give  them  the  sunshine 

Tell  Jesus  the  rest. 

379 

Palms  of  glory,  raiment  bright, 
Crowns  that  never  fade  away, 

Gird  and  deck  the  saints  in  light, — 

Priests,  and  kings,  and  conquerors  they 


rs. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  309 

Yet  the  conquerors  bring  their  palms 
To  the  Lamb  amidst  the  throne, 

And  proclaim,  in  joyful  psalms, 

Victory  through  his  cross  alone. 

Who  were  these  ?  on  earth  they  dwelt, 

Sinners  once  of  Adam's  race  ; 
Guilt,  and  fear,  and  suffering  felt. 

But  were  saved  from  all  by  grace  : 
They  were  mortal,  too,  like  us  ; — 

Ah  !  \vhen  we  like  them  shall  die, 
May  our  souls,  translated  thus, 

Triumph,  reign,  and  shine  on  high. 


380 


Come,  stay  thy  feet  by  the  sheltering  Rock, 

And  sweet  thy  rest  shall  be  ; 
Come,  lave  thy  brow  in  the  spray  that  falls 

So  clear  and  cool  for  thee  ; 
Too  long  hast  thou  lingered  away, 

But  mercy  is  pleading  with  thee  : 
Oh,  stay  thy  feet  by  the  sheltering  Rock, 

And  sweet  thy  rest  shall  be. 

Refrain. 
Then  hide  thee,  hide  thee  in  the  cleft  of  the 

Rock, 
Hide  thee,  hide  thee,  hide  in  the  cleft  of  the 

Rock. 

Come,  bring  thy  heart  to  the  sheltering  Rock 

And  all  thy  weight  of  care  ; 
Look  up  !  the  light  of  a  Saviour's  love, 

Is  smiling  sweetly  there  ; 


310  MISCELLANEOUS. 

He  waiteth  to  welcome  thee  home, 

Oh,  breathe  but  one  penitent  prayer  ; 

The  blood  that  flows  from  his  wounded  side, 
Through  faith  will  cleanse  thee  there. 

Ref. 

3  There's  life  for  thee  at  the  sheltering  Rock, 

A  life  of  peace  and  love  ; 
Sweet  hope  of  rest  in  a  higher  land 

Of  purer  joys  above  ; 
Then  stay  with  the  Saviour,  oh  !  stay, 

Where  nothing  thy  soul  can  e'er  move, 
There  calmly  rest  in  the  sweet  retreat, 

The  arms  of  Jesus'  love. — Ref. 


381 


Music — Calvary  Songs. 

"  Glory  to  God  !     Peace  on  the  earth  ! 

Good  will   to   men!"    sang    the   angels 
above ; 
Glory  to  God  !     Peace  on  the  earth  ! 

Good  will  to  men  ! — sound  the  chorus  of 
love  ; 
Bright  dawns  the  morning,  when  heaven  is 
so  near ; 
Sweet  be  our  anthem,  for  Jesus  is  here  ; 
Come,  let  us  sing — sing  of  his  grace. 

Grateful    thanksgivings    shall    utter  his 
praise. 

2  Praise  ye  the  Lord  !     Lift  to  his  name 

High  hallelujahs  from  each  happy  voice  ; 
Strike  the  loud  chord  !     Praise  ye  the  Lord  ! 
Let  every  soul  in  his  glory  rejoice  ! 


MISCELLANEOUS.  3II 

Oh  for  a  strain  such  as  angels  repeat, 

When  the  redeemed  cast  their  crowns  at 
his  feet ; 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb  !  once  he  was  slain, 

Now    on     his     throne    he    is    reigning 
again  !" 

3  O  Christ  of  God !  risen  and  crowned  ! 

Come    with    thy    presence,    thy    Spirit 
impart ! 
Come  with  thy  love  !  come  with  thy  power  ! 
Breathe  on  our  souls,  and  enrich  every 
heart ! 
Sad  were  thy  sufferings,  shameful  thy  cross. 
Sharing  our  punishment,  bearing    our 
loss  ; 
Now,  Lord  of  all,  thee  we  adore  ! 

Bring  we  our  souls  to  be  thine  evermore  ! 


382 


Music—  Choral  Harp.  C.  M. 

Let  every  heart  rejoice  and  sing  ; 

Let  choral  anthems  rise  ; 
Ye  reverend  men  and  children  bring 

To  God  your  sacrifice. 

Chorus. 
For  he  is  good  ; 
The  Lord  is  good, 

And  kind  are  all  his  ways  ; 
With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud, 

The  Lord  Jehovah  praise, 


312  MISCELLANEOUS 

While  the  rocks  and  the  rills, 
While  the  vales  and  the  hills, 
A  glorious  anthem  raise  : 
Let  each  prolong  the  grateful  song, 
II -.And  the  God  of  our  fathers  praise. 

2  He  bids  the  sun  to  rise  and  set ; 

In  heaven  his  power  is  known  ; 
And  earth  subdued  to  him,  shall  yet 
Bow  low  before  his  throne. — Cho. 


383 


Music — Fresh  Laurels. 
March  along  together, 

Ever  firm  and  true, 
Many  eyes  are  watching, 
Taking  note  of  you. 
Pleasant  winds  or  foul  ones. 
Cloudy  days  or  bright, 

Keep  to  the  right,  boys, 
Keep  to  the  right. 

2  Raise  on  high  your  banner. 

That  its  folds  may  fly, 
Like  the  wing  of  eagle 

Sweeping  to  the  sky. 
If  you  wish  to  conquer 

Every  foe  you  fight. 

Keep  to  the  right,  boys, 

Keep  to  the  right. 

3  Of  your  heavenly  Father, 

Strength  and  courage  seek ; 
Swords  are  to  no  purpose 
If  the  heart  be  weak ! 


MISCELLANEOUS.  313 


Every  arm  endowing 

With  a  warrior's  might, 

Keep  to  the  right,  boys, 
Keep  to  the  right! 

4  Love  should  be  your  motto, 
Duty  be  your  aim  ; 
Ever  "  overcoming," 

Till  a  crown  you  claim  ; 
For  a  fame  undying 

Strive  with  all  your  might, 

Keep  to  the  right,  boys, 
Keep  to  the  right. 

^  O  ^^      Music— Book  of  Praise. 

Through  the  love  of  God  our  Saviour, 

All  will  be  well ; 
Free  and  changeless  is  this  favor, 

All,  all  is  well ! 
Precious  is  the  blood  that  healed  us, 
Perfect  is  the  grace  that  sealed  us, 
Strong  the  hand  stretched  forth  to  shield  us ; 

All  must  be  well. 

2  Though  we  pass  through  tribulation. 

All  will  be  well ; 
Ours  is  such  a  full  salvation, 

All,  all  is  well ! 
Happy,  still  to  God  confiding, 
Fruitful,  if  in  Christ  abiding, 
Holy,  through  the  Spirit's  guiding  ; 

All  must  be  well ! 


314  MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  We  expect  a  bright  to-morrow, 

All  will  be  well ; 
Faith  can  sing  through  days  of  sorrow 

All,  all  is  well ! 
On  our  Father's  love  relying, 
Jesus  every  need  supplying, 
Or  in  living,  or  in  dying, 

All  must  be  well. 


385 


&s&-4's. 


My  country,  'tis  of  thee, 
Sweet  land  of  liberty, 

Of  thee  I  sing ; 
Land  where  my  fathers  died ; 
Land  of  the  pilgrim's  pride; 
From  every  mountain  side 

Let  freedom  ring. 

2  My  native  country  !  thee. 
Land  of  the  noble  free. 

Thy  name  I  love; 
I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills, 
Thy  woods  and  templed  hills  ; 
My  heart  with  rapture  thrills, 

Like  that  above. 

3  Let  music  swell  the  breeze, 
And  ring  from  all  the  trees 

Sweet  freedom's  song : 
Let  mortal  tongues  awake ; 
Let  all  that  breathe  partake  ; 
Let  rocks  their  silence  break, 

The  sound  prolong. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  315 


386 


C.  M. 


Music — Golden  Chain. 


Once  more,  my  soul  I  the  rising  day- 
Salutes  thy  waking  eyes  ; 

Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
To  Him  who  rules  the  skies. 

2  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats. 

The  day  renews  the  sound  ; 
Wide  as  the  heaven,  on  which  he  sits. 
To  turn  the  seasons  round. 

3  'Tis  he  supports  my  mortal  frame. 

My  tongue  shall  speak  his  praise ; 
My  sins  would  rouse  his  wrath  to  flame, 
And  yet  his  wrath  delays. 


O  O    a  Music — Book  of  Praise.  fs. 

As  with  gladness  men  of  old 

Did  the  guiding  star  behold  ; 

As  with  joy  they  hailed  its  light, 

Leading  onward,  beaming  bright : 

So,  most  gracious,  God  may  we  ' 

Evermore  be  led  by  thee. 

2  As  with  joyful  steps  they  sped 
To  that  lowly  manger  bed, 
There  to  bend  the  knee  before 
Him  whom  heaven  and  earth  adore  ; 
So  may  we  with  willing  feet 
Ever  seek  thy  mercy-seat. 


3l6  MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  As  they  offered  gifts  most  rare 
At  that  manger  rude  and  bare  ; 
So  may  we,  with  holy  joy, 
Pure  and  free  from  sin's  alloy, 
All  our  costliest  treasures  bring, 
Christ,  to  thee,  our  heavenly  King. 

4  Holy  Jesus  !  every  day 
Keep  us  in  the  narrow  way  ; 
And,  when  earthly  things  are  past, 
Bring  our  ransomed  souls  at  last 
Where  they  need  no  star  to  guide, 
Where  no  clouds  thy  glory  hide. 


388 


Music — Happy  Voices.       y's  <S^»  fs. 
There  is  beauty  all  around, 

When  there's  love  at  home  ; 
There  is  joy  in  every  sound, 

When  there's  love  at  home. 
Peace  and  plenty  here  abide, 
Smiling  sweet  on  every  side, 
Time  doth  softly,  sweetly  glide. 

When  there's  love  at  home. 

Chorus. 
Love  at  home,  love  at  home; 
Time  doth  softly,  sweetly  glide. 
When  there's  love  at  home. 

2  Kindly  heaven  smiles  above. 

When  there's  love  at  home  ; 
All  the  earth  is  filled  with  love. 
When  there's  love  at  home. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  317 

Sweeter  sings  the  brooklet  by, 
Brighter  beams  the  azure  sky  ; 
Oh,  there's  One  who  smiles  on  high, 
When  there's  love  at  home. — Cho. 

3  Jesus,  show  thy  mercy  mine, 

Then  there's  love  at  home  ; 
Sweetly  whisper,  I  am  thine. 

Then  there's  love  at  home. 
Source  of  love,  thy  cheering  light 
Far  exceeds  the  sun  so  bright — 
Can  dispel  the  gloom  of  night; 

Then  there's  love  at  home. — Cho. 

389  s,M, 

Oh,  whither  should  I  go, 

Burdened,  and  sick,  and  faint  ? 

To  whom  should  I  my  troubles  show, 
And  pour  out  my  complaint  ? 

2  My  Saviour  bids  me  come, 

Ah,  why  do  I  delay  ? 
He  calls  the  weary  sinner  home, 
And  yet  from  him  I  stay. 

3  What  worldly  tie  must  break, 

What  idol  yet  depart. 
Which  will  not  let  the  Saviour  take 
Possession  of  my  heart  ? 

4  Lord,  break  the  fatal  chain. 

And  all  my  bonds  remove  ; 
Nor  let  one  bosom  sin  remain. 
To  keep  me  from  thy  love. 


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^  ^  ^^ Music — New  Golden  Showed',  fs  &^  6's. 
Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

Work  through  the  morning  hours  ; 
Work,  while  the  dew  is  sparkhng, 

Work  'mid  springing  flowers  ; 
Work  when  the  day  grows  brighter, 

Work  in  the  glowing  sun  ; 
Work,  for  the  night  is  coming. 

When  man's  work  is  done. 

2  Work  for  the  night  is  coming. 

Work  through  the  sunny  noon ; 
Fill  brightest  hours  with  labor, 

Rest  comes  sure  and  soon  ; 
Give  every  flying  minute 

Something  to  keep  in  store; 
Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

When  man  works  no  more. 

3  Work,  for  the  night  is  coming. 

Under  the  sunset  skies; 
While  their  bright  tints  are  glowing. 

Work,  for  daylight  flies  , 
Work  till  the  last  beam  fadeth, 

Fadeth  to  shine  no  more , 
Work  while  the  night  is  darkening, 

When  man's  work  is  o'er. 


391 


Psalm.  L.  M. 

How  blest  the  man  whose  sins  the  Lord 

Has  pardoned  in  his  grace. 
All  whose  transgressions  are  removed, 

And  covered  from  his  face. 


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2  How  blest  the  man  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputeth  not  his  sin  ; 
And  in  whose  spirit  is  no  guile, 
Nor  fraud  is  found  therein. 


3  Surely,  when  floods  and  waters  great 
Do  swell  up  to  the  brim, 
They  shall  not  overwhelm  his  soul, 
Nor  once  come  near  to  him. 


392 


Isa.8:6.  CM. 


Beneath  Moriah's  rocky  side 
A  gentle  fountain  springs  : 

Silent  and  soft  its  waters  glide. 

Like  the  peace  the  Spirit  brings. 

2  The  thirsty  Arab  stoops  to  drink 

Of  the  cool  and  quiet  wave — 
And  the  thirsty  spirit  stops  to  think 
Of  Him  who  came  to  save. 

3  Siloam  is  the  fountain's  name  : 

It  means  One  sent  of  God ; 
And  thus  the  holy  Saviour'sname 
It  gently  spreads  abroad. 

4  Oh,  grant  that  I,  like  this  sweet  well, 

May  Jesus'  image  bear, 
And  spend  my  life,  my  all,  to  tell 
How  full  his  mercies  are. 


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393 


Music — Songs  of  Gladness. 
One  by  one  the  sands  are  flowing, 

One  by  one  the  moments  fall ; 
Some  are  coming,  some  are  going — 

Do  not  strive  to  grasp  them  all. 

2  One  by  one  (bright  gifts  from  heaven), 

Joys  are  sent  thee  here  below  ; 
Take  them  readily,  when  given — 
Ready,  too,  to  let  them  go, 

3  One  by  one  thy  griefs  shall  meet  thee, 

Do  not  fear  an  armed  band  ; 
One  will  fade,  while  others  greet  thee. 
Shadows  passing  through  the  land. 

4  Every  hour  that  fleets  so  slowly 

Has  its  task  to  do  or  bear ; 
Luminous  the  crown,  and  holy, 

If  thou  set  each  gem  with  care. 

5  Hours  are  golden  links — God's  tokens, 

Reaching  heaven,  but  one  by  one 
Take  them,  lest  the  chain  be  broken 
Ere  thy  pilgrimage  be  done. 


394 


Music — Songs  of  Gladness. 
I  heard  a  voice,  the  sweetest  voice 

That  mortal  ever  heard  ; 
Oh  !  how  it  made  my  heart  re-joice, 

And  every  feeling  stirred  ! 


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'Twas  Jesus  spoke  to  ine  so  mild, 

He  called  me  to  his  side, 
And  said,  although  with  heart  defiled, 

I  might  in  him  confide. 


I  saw  his  face,  the  fairest  face 

That  mortal  ever  saw  ; 
I  longed  the  Saviour  to  embrace, 

From  him  new  life  to  draw. 
"  Come  unto  me,"  he  kindly  said, 

"  And  I  will  give  thee  rest ; 
The  ransom-price  I  fully  paid — 

Repent !  believe  !  be  blest !  " 


I  felt  his  love,  the  strongest  love 

That  mortal  ever  felt ; 
Oh  !  how  it  drew  my  soul  above, 

And  made  my  hard  heart  melt ! 
My  burden  at  his  feet  I  laid. 

And  knew  the  joy  of  heaven. 
As  in  my  willing  ear  he  said 

The  blessed  word,  '' Forgiven.'' 


Dear  Saviour,  let  me  ever  sing 

Thy  praise,  while  1  have  bfeath  ; 
Each  night  and  morn  my  tribute  bring. 

Until  I  sleep  in  death  ; 
And  then  my  soul,  beyond  the  sky. 

Shall  join  with  sweet  acclaim. 
With  all  the  ransomed  throng  on  high, 

To  praise  Messiah's  name. 


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395 


The  cross,  the  cross,  the  blood-stained  cross 

The  hallowed  cross  I  see, 
Reminding  me  of  precious  blood 

That  once  was  shed  for  me. 

Chorus. 

Oh,  the  blood,  the  precious  blood. 

That  Jesus  shed  for  me. 
Upon  the  cross,  in  crimson  flood. 

Just  now  by  faith  I  see. 

2  That  cross,  that  cross,  that  heavy  cross, 

My  Saviour  bore  for  me. 
Which  bowed  him  to  the  earth  with  grief, 
On  sad  Mount  Calvary. — Cho. 

3  How  light,  how  light,_the  precious  cross 

Presented  to  my  view, 
And  while  with  joy  I  take  it  up, 

Behold  the  crown  my  due. — Cho. 

4  The  crown,  the  crown,  the  glorious  crown. 

The  crown  of  victory  ; 
The  crown  of  life,  it  shall  he  mine 
When  I  shall  Jesus  see. — Cho. 


^  *^  ^     Music — Songs  of  Gladness. 

Who  is  he  in  yonder  stall. 

At  whose  feet  the  shepherds  fall  ? 


miscellaneous.  323 

Chorus, 
*Tis  the  Lord,  oh,  wondrous  story  ! 
'Tis  the  Lord,  the  King  of  glory. 
At  his  feet  we  humbly  fall, 
Crown  him,  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Who  is  he  in  yonder  cot, 
Bending  to  his  toilsome  lot  ? — Cho. 

3  Who  is  he  who  stands  and  weeps 

At  the  grave  where  Lazarus  sleeps  ? — Cho. 

4  Who  is  he  in  deep  distress, 
Fasting  in  the  wilderness  ? — Cho. 

5  Lo,  at  midnight,  who  is  he 

Prays  in  dark  -Gethsemane  ? — Cho. 

6  Who  is  he  in  Calvary's  throes. 

Asks  for  blessings  on  his  foes  ? — Cho. 

7  Who  is  he  that  from  the  grave 

Comes  to  heal,  and  help  and  save  ? — Cho. 

8  Who  is  he  that  on  yon  throne 

Rules  the  world  of  light  alone  ? — Cho. 


397 


Music — Songs  of  Gladness. 

Sun  of  my  soul,  thou  Saviour  dear, 
It  is  not  night  if  thou  be  near  ; 
Oh,  may  no  earth-born  cloud  arise 
To  hide  thee  from  thy  servant's  eyes. 


324  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  When  the  soft  dews  of  kindly  sleep 
My  wearied  eyelids  gently  steep, 

Be  my  last  thought  how  sweet  to  rest 
Forever  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 

3  Abide  with  me  from  morn  till  eve. 
For  without  thee  I  cannot  live  ; 
Abide  with  me  when  night  is  nigh, 
For  without  thee  I  dare  not  die. 

4  If  some  poor  wandering  child  of  thine, 
Have  spurned  to-day  the  voice  divine, 
Now,  Lord,  the  gracious  work  begin  ; 
Let  him  no  more  lie  down  in  sin 


398 


Music —  Casket. 


Little  drops  of  water, 

Little  grains  of  sand. 

Make  the  mighty  ocean 

And  the  beauteous  land. 

2  And  the  little  moments, 

Humble  though  they  be, 
Make  the  mighty  ages 
Of  eternity. 

3  So  our  little  errors 

Lead  the  soul  away 
From  the  paths  of  virtue, 
Oft  in  sin  to  stray. 


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4  Little  deeds  of  kindness, 

Little  deeds  of  love, 
Make  our  earth  an  Eden, 
Like  the  heaven  above. 

5  Little  seeds  of  mercy, 

Sown  by  youthful  hands. 
Grow  to  bless  the  nations. 
Far  in  heathen  lands. 


399 


L.  M. 


Jesus,  engrave  it  on  my  heart. 
That  thou  the  one  thing  needful  art ; 
I  could  from  all  things  parted  be, 
But  never,  never,  Lord,  from  thee. 

2  Needful  art  thou  to  make  me  live  ; 
Needful  art  thou  all  grace  to  give  ; 
Needful  to  guide  me,  lest  I  stray  ; 
Needful  to  help  me  every  day. 

3  Needful  is  thy  most  precious  blood  ; 
Needful  is  thy  correcting  rod  ;    > 
Needful  is  thine  indulgent  care. 
Needful  thine  all-prevailing  prayer. 

4  Needful  art  thou  to  be  my  stay 
Through  all  life's  dark  and  thorny  way 
Nor  less  in  death  thou'lt  needful  be. 
When  I  yield  up  my  soul  to  thee. 


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4tUU       Music— Hallowed  Songs.       P.  M. 
"  Land  ahead  I  "  its  fruits  are  waving 

O'er  the  hills  of  fadeless  green, 
And  the  living  waters  laving 

Shores  where  heavenly  forms  are  seen. 

Chorus. 
Rocks  and  storms  I'll  fear  no  more 
When  on  that  eternal  shore. 
Drop  the  anchor  !  furl  the  sail ! 
I  am  safe  within  the  veil. 

2  Onward,  bark!  the  cape  I'm  rounding, 

See,  the  blessed  wave  their  hands  ; 
Hear  the  harps  of  God  resounding 

From  the  bright,  immortal  bands. — Cho. 

3  There,  let  go  the  anchor,  riding 

On  this  calm  and  silvery  bay ; 
Seaward  fast  the  tide  is  gliding, 

Shores  in  sunlight  stretch  away. — Cho. 

4  Now  we're  safe  from  all  temptation, 

All  the  storms  of  life  are  past : 
Praise  the  Rock  of  our  salvation. 

We  are  safely  home  at  last. — Cho. 


401 


Music — Hallowed  Songs.       L.  M. 
While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light, 

Mercy  is  found,  and  peace  is  given  ; 
But  soon,  ah  !  soon,  approaching  night 

Shall  blot  out  every  hope  of  heaven. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  327 


2  While  God  invites,  how  blest  the  day, 

How     sweet     the      gospel's     charming 
sound ; 
Come,  sinners,  haste,  oh,  haste  away, 

While  yet  a  pardoning  God  is  found. 

3  Soon,  borne  on  time's  most  rapid  wing. 

Shall  death  command  you  to  the  grave  : 
Before  his  bar  your  spirits  bring, 

And  none  be  found  to  hear  or  save. 

4  In  that  lone  land  of  deep  despair. 

No  Sabbath's  heavenly  light  shall  rise — 
No  God  regard  your  bitter  prayer, 
No  Saviour  call  you  to  the  skies. 


402 


Music — Songs  of  Devotio7t. 

By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 

How  sw^et  the  lily  grows  ! 
How  sweet  the  breath,  beneath  the  hill, 

Of  Sharon's  dewy  rose. 

2  Lo  !  such  the  child  whose  early  feet 

The  paths  of  peace  have  trod, " 
Whose  sacred  heart,  with  influence  sweet. 
Is  upward  drawn  to  God. 

3  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 

The  lily  must  decay  ; 
The  rose  that  blooms  beneath  the  hill 
Must  shortly  fade  away. 


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4  O  Thou  who  givest  hfe  and  breath, 
We  ask  thy  grace  alone, 
In  childhood,  manhood,  age  and  death, 
To  keep  us  still  thine  own. 


403 


Jesus,  thy  blood  and  righteousness 
My  beauty  are,  my  glorious  dress  : 
Midst  flaming  worlds  in  these  arrayed, 
With  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 

2  Bold  shall  I  stand  in  that  great  day, 
For  who  aught  to  my  charge  shall  lay  ? 
Fully  absolved  through  thee  I  am. 
From  sin  and  fear,  from  guilt  and  shame. 

3  The  spotless  robe  the  same  appears 
When  ruined  nature  sinks  in  years  ; 
No  age  can  change  its  glorious  hue, 
The  robe  of  Christ  is  ever  new. 

4  And  when  the  dead  shall  hear  thy  voice, 
Thy  banished  children  shall  rej'oice  : 
Their  beauty  this,  their  glorious  dress, 
Jesus,  the  Lord  our  righteousness. 

4-04- 

^^y^^*-  Micdc —  Joyful  Songs . 

Who,  who  are. these  beside  the  chilly  wave. 
Just  on  the  borders  of  the  silent  grave. 
Shouting  Jesus'  power  to  save, 
Washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  329 


Chorus. 

"  Sweeping  through  the  gates"  to  the  new  Jeru- 
salem, 
Washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb. 

2  These,  these  are  they  who  in  their  youthful 

days 
Found  Jesus  early,  and  in  wisdom's  ways 
Proved  the  fullness  of  his  grace, 
Washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb. 

Cho. 

3  These,   these   are    they    who   in   affliction's 

woes 
Ever  have  found  in  Jesus  calm  repose, 
Such  as  from  a  pure  heart  flows, 
Washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb. 

Cho, 

4  These,  these  are  they  who,  in  conflict  dire, 
Boldly  have  stood  amid  the  hottest  fire ; 

Jesus  now  says,  "  Come  up  higher  ;  " 
Washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb. 

Cho. 

5  Safe,  safe  upon  the  ever-shining  shore, 
Sin,  pain,  and  death  and  sorrow  all  are  o'er, 

Happy  now  and  evermore, 
Washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb. 

'Cho. 

6  May  we,  O  Lord,  be  now  entirely  thine, 
Daily  from  sin  be  kept  by  power  divine. 

Then  in  heaven  the  saints  we'll  join, 
Washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb. 

Cho. 


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405 


Music — New  Golden  Shower. 
Go  to  Jesus  when  thy  heart 

Droops  beneath  its  weight  of  care  ; 
When  the  joys  of  earth  depart, 

Seek  a  purer  light  in  prayer. 

Chorus. 
Jesus  will  forsake  thee  never, 
He  is  thine,  and  thine  forever  ; 
By  the  cooling  stream  that  flows, 
Thou  shalt  find  a  sweet  repose. 

2  O'er  the  hopes  in  ruin  laid, 

Does  the  tear  in  secret  fall  ? 
Is  thy  trembling  soul  afraid  ? 

Go  to  Jesus — tell  him  all. — Cho. 

3  Go  to  Jesus,  on  his  breast 

He  will  lay  thy  aching  head, 
Calm  thy  every  pain  to  rest, 

Beams  of  mercy  o'er  thee  shed. — Cho. 


406 


Music — So7igs  of  Glad7iess. 
Sitting  at  the  feet  of  Jesus, 

Oh,  what  words  I  hear  him  say  ! 
Happy  place  !  so  near,  so  precious  ! 
May  it  find  me  there  each  day  ! 
Sitting  at  the  feet  of  Jesus, 

*  I  would  look  upon  the  past ; 
For  his  love  has  been  so  gracious, 
It  has  won  my  heart  at  last. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  33I 

2  Sitting  at  the  feet  of  Jesus, 

Where  can  mortal  be  more  blest  ? 
There  I  lay  my  sins  and  sorrows, 

And,  when  weary,  find  sweet  rest. 
Sitting  at  the  feet  of  Jesus, 

There  I  love  to  weep  and  pray, 
While  I  from  his  fullness  gather 

Grace  and  comfort  every  day. 

3  Bless  me,  O  my  Saviour  !  bless  me, 

As  I  sit  low  at  thy  feet ; 
Oh  I  look  down  in  love  upon  me  ; 

Let  me  see  thy  face  so  sweet. 
Give  me,  Lord,  the  mind  of  Jesus  ; 

Make  me  holy  as  he  is  : 
May  I  prove  I've  been  with  Jesus, 

Who  is  all  my  righteousness  ! 


407 


Tune — Stand  up  for  yesus. 
Stand  up  for  Jesus,  Christian,  stand ! 
Firm  as  a  rock  on  ocean's  strand ! 
Beat  back  the  waves  of  sin  that  roll, 
Like  raging  floods,  around  thy  soul ! 

Chorus. 
Stand  up  for  Jesus,  nobly  stand  ! 
Firm  as  a  rock  on  ocean's  strand  ! 
Stand  up,  his  righteous  cause  defend  ; 
Stand  up  for  Jesus,  your  best  friend. 

2  Stand  up  for  Jesus,  Christian,  stand  ! 
Sound  forth  his  name  o'er  sea  and  lan'd  ! 
Spread  ye  his  glorious  word  abroad, 
Till  all  the  world  shall  own  him  Lord  ! — ChO: 


332  MISCELLANEOUS. 


3  Stand  up  for  Jesus,  Christian,  stand  ! 
Lift  high  the  cross  with  steadfast  hand  ! 
Till  heathen  lands,  with  wondering  eye, 
Its  rising  glory  shall  descry.— Cho. 

4  Stand  up  for  Jesus,  Christian,  stand  ; 
Soon  with  the  blest  immortal  band 
We'll  dwell  for  aye,  life's  journey  o'er, 

In  realm.s  of  light  on  heaven's  bright  shore. 

Cho. 

T:V/  O  Tune—  Yield  7iot  io  Tejnptation. 
Yield  not  to  temptation, 

For  weakness  is  sin, 
Each  victory  will  help  us 

Some  other  to  win  ; 
Fight  manfully  onward. 

Dark  passions  subdue, 
Look  ever  to  Jesus, 

He'll  carry  you  through. 

Chorus. 

Ask  the  Saviour  to  help  you, 
Cornfort,  strengthen  and  keep  you 
He  is  willing  to  aid  you, 
He  will  carry  you  through. 

2  Shun  evil  companions. 

Bad  language  disdain, 
God's  name  hold  in  reverence, 
Nor  take  it  in  vain  ; 


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Be  thoughtful  and  earnest, 

Kind-hearted  and  true, 
Look  ever  to  Jesus, 

He'll  carry  you  through. — Cho. 

3  To  him  that  o'ercometh 

God  giveth  a  crown. 
Through  faith  we  shall  conquer, 

Though  often  cast  down  ; 
He  who  is  the  Saviour 

Our  strength  will  renew. 
Look  ever  to  Jesus, 

He'll  carry  you  through. 


409 


Tune — Frederick.  ifs, 

I  would  not  live  alway  !     I  ask  not  to  stay 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the 

way. 
The  few  lurid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here 
Are  enough  for  life's  woes — full  enough  for 

its  cheer. 

I  would  not  live  alway,  thus  fettered  by  sin  ! 
Temptation  without  and  corruption  within  ! 
E'en  the  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingled  with 

fears. 
And  the  cup  of  thanksgiving  with  penitent 

tears. 

I  would  not  live  alway !  no,  welcome  to  the 

tomb ! 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I   dread  not  its 

gloom  ! 
There  sweet  be  my  rest  till  he  bid  me  arise. 
To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 


334  MISCELLANEOUS. 


4  Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his 

God- 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the 

bright  plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns  : 

5  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to 

greet, 
While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly 

roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the 

soul ! 

4  1  U  Tune—  What  shall  the  Harvest  be  ? 
Sowing  the  seed  by  the  daylight  fair, 
Sowing  the  seed  by  the  noonday  glare, 
Sowing  the  seed  by  the  fading  light. 
Sowing  the  seed  in  the  solemn  night ; 
Oh,  what  shall  the  harvest  be  ? 
Oh,  what  shall  the  harvest  be  ? 

Chorus. 
Sown  in  the  darkness  or  sown  in  the  light, 
Sown  in  our  weakness  or  sown  in  our  might, 
Gathered  in  time  or  eternity. 
Sure,  ah,  sure  will  the  harvest  be. 

2  Sowing  the  seed  by  the  wayside  high, 
Sowing  the  seed  on  the  rocks  to  die, 
Sowing  the  seed  where  the  thorns  will  spoil, 


MISCELLANEOUS.  335 

Sowing  the  seed  in  the  fertile  soil ; 

Oh,  what  shall  the  harvest  be  ? 

Oh,  what  shall  the  harvest  be? — Cho. 

Sowing  the  seed  of  a  lingering  pain, 
Sowing  the  seed  of  a  maddened  brain, 
Sowing  the  seed  of  a  tarnished  name, 
Sowing  the  seed  of  eternal  shame; 
Oh,  what  shall  the  harvest  be? 
Oh,  what  shall  the  harvest  be  ? — Cho. 

Sowing  the  seed  with  an  aching  heart. 
Sowing  the  seed  v/hile  the  tear-drops  start. 
Sowing  in  hope  till  the  reapers  come, 
Gladly  to  gather  the  harvest  home  ; 
Oh,  what  shall  the  harvest  be  ? 
Oh,  what  shall  the  harvest  be  ? — Cho. 


411 


Tu7te — The  Crystal  Fount. 
The  crystal  fount  is  flowing  free,  flowing  free, 
With  radiant  beauty  in  its  smiles, 
The  hearts  of  men  its  flow  beguiles, 
Like  stars  in  heaven's  blue  canopy. 

Chorus. 

The  fount,  the  fount,  the  fount ! 

Come  to  the  fount. 

Come  to  the  fount. 

Leave  the  wine-cup  glowing. 

Come  to  the  fount. 

Come  to  the  fount. 

Come  where  life  is  flowing. 


336  MISCELLANEOUS. 


2  The  crystal  fount  is  flowing  bright,  flowing 

bright, 
With  joy  and  gladness  in  its  stream. 
And  with  it  bearing  sunshine's  beam, 
It  marks  its  way  with  liquid  light. — Cho. 

3  The  crystal  fount  is  flowing  on,  flowing  on, 
To  glad  the  household  hearths  of  men, 
And  bid  the  downcast  look  again 

For  joy  that  waits  a  brighter  dawn. — Cho. 


412 


Time — Oh,  Worship  the  Lord. 

Oh,  worship  the  Lord  in  the  beauty  of  holi- 
ness, in  the  beauty  of  holiness,  in  the 
beauty  of  holiness. 

Glory  to  the  Father,  abounding  in  mercy ! 

Be  joyful,  all  ye  people,  and  magnify  Jehovah. 

Chorus. 

Oh,  glory,  hallelujah,  hallelujah,  hallelujah! 
Oh,  come  before  his  presence  and  glorify  his 


2  Oh,  worship  the  Lord  in  the  beauty  of  holi- 
ness, in  the  beauty  of  holiness,  in  the 
beauty  of  holiness. 

Glory  be  to  Jesus,  our  gracious  Redeemer  ! 

We  praise  him,  for  he  loved  us,  and  brought 
a  great  salvation. — Cho. 


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3  Oh,  worship  the  Lord  in  the  beauty  of  holi- 
ness, in  the  beauty  ofhohness,  in  the 
beauty  of  holiness. 

Glory  to  the  Spirit,  the  Holy  Revealer  ! 

We  praise  him  with  the  Father  and  with  the 
Son,  our  Saviour. — Cho. 


4-1  ^ 

^  -*-  ^       Tune — Beautiful  Eden. 
Beautiful  Eden,  refuge  of  peace, 
Home   where  the   songs   of  the   ransomed 

ne'er  cease  ; 
Oh,  how  my  spirit,  when  saddened  by  gloom. 
Longs  to  behold  thee,  thou  garden  of  bloom  ! 

Chorus. 
Beautiful  Eden,  beautiful  Eden, 
Bright  are  thy  flowers,  golden  thy  fruits  ; 
Pure  are  thy  rivers,  thy  fountains  how  free  ! 
Beautiful  Eden,  my  soul  longs  for  thee. 

2  Beautiful  Eden,  sorrow  or  care 
Never  can  wither  thy  blossoms  so  fair  ; 

Sin  cannot  blight  them,  and  death  cannot 

slay, 
Safe  in  the  garden  of  promise  are  they. — Cho. 

3  Beautiful  Eden,  garden  of  grace. 

Where  we  may  gaze  on  the  Saviour's  dear 

face  ; 
There  we  shall  gather  in  gladness  above. 
Roaming  the  realms  of  an  Eden  of  love. 

Cho. 


338  MISCELLANEOUS. 

4-1  4- 

^  -■-  ^*'      7ung — My  Everlasting  Rest. 
Gracious  Saviour,  can  it  be, 
There  awaits  a  crown  for  me, 
Set  with  gems,  so  pure,  so  bright, 
Sparkling  each  with  heavenly  light  ? 
Yes  !  oh,  yes,  if  you  believe, 
Jesus  has  a  crown  to  give. 

2  Can  it  be  a  harp  of  gold, 

Glittering  bright,  these  hands  shall  hold  ? 
That  this  voice  shall  join  the  song 
Sung  by  angels  round  the  throne  ? 
Yes !  oh,  yes,  if  you  believe, 
Jesus  has  a  harp  to  give. 

3  Shall  I  have  a  glorious  dress 
Purchased  by  thy  righteousness  ? 
Shall  I  dwell  with  thee  on  high. 
Nevermore  to  sin  or  die  ? 

Yes  !  oh,  yes,  if  you  believe, 
Jesus  has  a  robe  to  give. 

4  Shall  I  pass  the  pearly  gates  ? 
Shall  I  walk  the  golden  streets  ? 
Shall  I  see  the  great  white  throne. 
And  behold  the  Lamb  thereon  ? 

Yes  !  oh,  yes,  if  you  believe, 
Jesus  has  a  heaven  to  give. 

4  ±  O         Tune— Happy  Day. 
O  happy  day,  that  fixed  my  choice 
On  thee  my  Saviour  and  my  God  ! 


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Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 

Chorus. 
Happy  day  !  happy  day  ! 
When  Jesus  washed  my  sins  away. 

2  O  happy  bond,  that  seals  my  vows 

To  him  who  merits  all  my  love  ! 
Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  his  house, 

While  to  that  sacred  shrine  I  move. 

Cho. 

3  'Tis  done — the  great  transaction's  done, 

I  am  my  Lord's,  and  he  is  mine ; 
*  He  drew  me,  and  I  followed  on, 

Charmed  to  confess  the  voice  divine. 

Cho. 

4  Now  rest,  my  long-divided  heart, 

Fixed  on  this  blissful  centre,  rest ; 
Nor  ever  from  thy  Lord  depart, 

With  him  of  every  good  possessed. 

Cho. 

5  High  Heaven,  that  heard  the  solemn  vow 

That  vow  renewed  shall  daily  hear  ; 
Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow, 

And  bless,  in  death,  a  bond  so  dear. 

Concluding  Chorus. 
He  taught  me  how  to  watch  and  pray. 

And  live  rejoicing  all  the  day. 
Happy  day  !  happy  day  ! 

When  Jesus  washed  my  sins  away. 


340  MISCELLANEOUS. 

4-1  fi 

^  ■*■  ^^  Tune — Safe  in  the  Arms  of  Jesus. 
Safe  in  the  arms  of  Jesus, 

Safe  on  his  gentle  breast, 
There  by  his  love  o'ershadowed, 

Sweetly  my  soul  shall  rest. 
Hark  !  'tis  the  voice  of  angels, 

Borne  in  a  song  to  me, 
Over  the  fields  of  glory, 

Over  the  jasper  sea. 

Chorus. 
Safe  in  the  arms  of  Jesus, 

Safe  on  his  gentle  breast. 
There  by  his  love  o'ershadowed, 

Sweetly  my  soul  shall  rest. 

2  Safe  in  the  arms  of  Jesus, 

Safe  from  corroding  care. 
Safe  from  the  world's  temptations, 

Sin  cannot  harm  me  there. 
Free  from  the  blight  of  sorrow, 

Free  from  my  doubts  and  fears. 
Only  a  few  more  trials, 

Only  a  few  more  tears  ! — Cho. 

Jesus,  my  heart's  dear  refuge 

Jesus  has  died  for  me  ; 
Firm  on  the  Rock  of  Ages 

Ever  my  trust  shall  be. 
Here  let  me  wait  with  patience, 

Wait  till  the  night  is  o'er  ; 
Wait  till  I  see  the  morning 

Break  on  the  g;olden  shore. — Cho. 


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417 


Tune —  There  is  a  Gate. 
There  is  a  gate  that  stands  ajar, 

And,  through  its  portals  g. earning, 
A  radiance  from  the  cross  afar, 

The  Saviour's  love  revealing. 

Chorus. 
Oh,  depth  of  mercy  !  can  it  be, 
That  gate  was  left  ajar  for  me. 
For  me,  for  me,  for  me  ? 
Was  left  ajar  for  me  ? 

2  That  gate  ajar  stands  free  for  all 

Who  seek  through  it  salvation  ; 
The  rich  and  poor,  the  great  and  small. 
Of  every  tribe  and  nation. — Cho. 

3  Press  onward,  then,  though  foes  may  frown, 

While  mercy's  gate  is  open  ; 
Accept  the  cross,  and  win  the  crown. 
Love's  everlasting  token. — Cho. 

4  Beyond  the  river's  brink  we'll  lay 

The  cross  that  here  is  given, 
And  bear  the  crown  of  life  away , 

And  love  him  more  in  heaven. — Cho. 


4-1  8 

^  -■-  '-^  Tune —  Come  Home. 

Come  home  !  come  home  ! 
You  are  weary  at  heart. 
For  the  way  has  been  dark, 


,^2  MISCELLANEOUS. 


And  SO  lonely  and  wild  : 

O  prodigal  child! 
Come  home  ;  oh,  come  home  ! 

Chorus. 
Come  home  !  come,  oh,  come  home  ! 

2  Come  home,  come  home  ! 
For  we  watch  and  we  wait, 
And  we  stand  at  the  gate. 
While  the  shadows  are  piled  : 

O  prodigal  child ! 
Come  home  ;  oh,  come  home  ! — Cho. 

3  Come  home,  come  home  ! 
From  the  sorrow  and  blame, 
From  the  sin  and  the  shame. 
And  the  tempter  that  smiled  : 

O  prodigal  child ! 
Come  home  ;  oh,  come  home  ! — Cho. 

4  Come  home,  come  home  ! 
There  is  bread  and  to  spare, 
And  a  warm  welcome  there. 
Then,  to  friends  reconciled  ! 

O  prodigal  child ! 
Come  home!  oh,  come  home! — Cho. 


419 


Tune — One  More  Dav^s  Work. 
One  more  day's  work  for  Jesus  : 

One  less  of  life  for  me  I 
But  heaven  is  nearer,  and  Christ  is  dearer 

Than  yesterday  to  me  ; 
His  love  and  light  fill  all  my  soul  to-night. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  343 


Chorus. 

One  more  day's  work  for  Jesus, 
One  less  of  life  for  me. 


2  One  more  day's  work  for  Jesus  ; 

How  glorious  is  my  King  ! 
'Tis  joy,  not  duty,  to  speak  his  beauty  ; 

My  soul  mounts  on  the  wing 
At  the  mere  thought  how  Christ  my  life  has 
bought. — Cho. 

3  One  more  day's  work  for  Jesus  ; 

How  sweet  the  work  has  been. 
To  tell  the  story,  to  show  the  glory, 

When  Christ's  flock  enter  in  ? 
How  it  did  shine  in  this  poor  heart  of  mine  I 

Cho. 

4  One  more  day's  work  for  Jesus — 

•  Oh,  yes,  a  weary  day  ; 
But  heaven  shines  clearer,  and  rest  comes 
nearer. 
At  each  step  of  the  way  ; 
And  Christ  in  all — before  his  face  I  fall ! 

Cho. 

5  Oh,  blessed  work  for  Jesus  ! 

Oh,  rest  at  Jesus'  feet ! 
There  toil   seems   pleasure,   my   wants  are 
treasure, 

And  pain  for  him  is  sweet. 
Lord,  if  I  may,  I'll  serve  another  day. — Cho. 


344  MISCELLANEOUS. 


4-90 

^^^^y^    Tune — Give  Me  the  Wings. 
Give  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rise 

Within  the  veil,  and  see 
The  saints  above,  how  great  their  joys, 

How  bright  their  glories  be. 

Chorus. 

Many  are  the  friends  who  are  waiting  to-day 

Happy  on  the  golden  strand  ; 
Many  are  the  voices  calling  us  away 

To  join  their  glorious  band — 
Calling  us  away,  calling  us  away, 

Calling  to  the  better  land. 

2  Once  they  were  mourners  here  below. 
And  poured  out  cries  and  tears  : 
They  wrestled  hard,  as  we  do  now, 

With  sins  and  doubts  and  fears. — Cho. 


3  I  ask  them  whence  their  victory  came  ; 
They,  with  united  breath, 
Ascribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb, 
Their  triumph  to  his  death. — Cho. 


421 


Tune — Lead  Me  to  the  Rock. 


Lead  me  to  the  Rock  that's  higher 

Than  the  rock  poor  self  can  show  ; 

Lead  me  to  its  perfect  "Shelter," 

The  "  Strong  Tower  "  from  every  foe. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  345 


Chorus. 

In  the  Higher  Rock  I'm  trusting, 

Restful,  peaceful,  saved  and  free, 

'TiS  the  tested  Rock  of  Ages, 
Its  dear  shadow  shelters  me. 


2  Yes,  the  Higher  Rock  so  towering 

Gives  amid  life's  rudest  storms. 
Perfect  refuge — surest  safety. 
Sweetest  rest  amid  alarms. 

3  'Tis  the  Higher  Rock  that  gives  me 

Faith's  glad  strength  for  every  hour  ; 
Oh  !  to  measure  all  its  gladness, 

All  its  preciousness  of  power  !— Cho. 

4  'Tis  the  Higher  Rock  sustains  me 

Joyously  from  day  to  day  ; 
Lifting  heart  and  soul  and  spirit 

To  the  purer,  holier  way. — Cho. 

5  'Tis  the  Higher  Rock  that  saves  me, 

'Tis  the  Higher  Rock  I've  found, 
Where  abide  the  crowning  graces — 
Faith  and  Hope  and  Love  abound. 

Cho. 

6  So  will  I  sing  praises  to  thee — 

For  thy  wondrous  power  to  save  ; 
Daily  'neath  thy  shadow  resting, 

Till  the  victor's  palm  I  wave. —  Cho. 


34^  MISCELLANEOUS. 

A  O  O      Time —  T/iere  are  Angels 

•^  ^  ^  Hovering  Round. 

There  are  angels  hovering  round, 
There  are  angels  hovering  round, 
There  are  angels,  angels  hovering  round. 

2  To  carrv  the  tidings  home,  etc. 

3  To  the  new  Jerusalem,  etc. 

4  Poor  sinners  are  coming  home,  etc. 

5  And  Jesus  bids  them  come,  etc. 

6  There's  glory  all  around,  etc. 

Let  us  gather  up  the  sunbeams. 

Lying  all  around  our  path  ; 
Let  us  keep  the  wheat  and  roses, 

Casting  out  the  thorns  and  chaff. 
Let  us  find  our  sweetest  comfort 

In  the  blessings  of  to-day. 
With  a  patient  hand  removing 

All  the  briers  from  the  way. 

Chorus. 
Then  scatter  seeds  of  kindness 
For  our  reaping  by  and  by. 

2  Strange  we  never  prize  the  music 

Till  the  sweet-voiced  bird  has  flown  ! 
Strange  that  we  should  slight  the  violets 
Till  the  lovely  flowers  are  gone  ! 


MISCELLANEOUS.  347 


Strange  that  summer  skies  and  sunshine 

Never  seem  one  half  so  fair 
As  when  winter's  snowy  pinions 

Shake  the  white  down  in  the  air. — Cho. 


4-94- 

^^'^    Tune — Lord  Jesus,  I  Long. 

Lord  Jesus,  I  long  to  be  perfectly  whole, 
I  want  thee  forever  to  live  in  my  soul ; 
Break  down  every  idol,  cast  out  every  foe  ; 
Now  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than 
snow. 


Chorus. 

Whiter  than  snow,  yes,  whiter  than  snow, 
Now  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than 
snow. 

2  Lord  Jesus,  let  nothing  unholy  remain, 
Apply   thine  own  blood  and   extract  every 

stain  ; 
To  get  this  blest  cleansing  I  all  things  forego  : 
Now  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than 
snow. — Cho. 


Lord  Jesus,  look  down  from  thy  throne  in 

the  skies. 
And  help  me  to  make  a  complete  sacrifice  ; 
I  give  up  myself,  and  whatever  I  know  : 
Now  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than 

snow. — Cho. 


348  MISCELLANEOUS. 

4  Lord  Jesus,  for  this  I  most  humbly  entreat, 
I  wait,  blessed  Lord,  at  thy  crucified  feet : 
By  faith  for  my  cleansing,  I  see  thy  blood 

flow  : 
Now  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than 
snow. — Cho. 

5  Lord  Jesus,  thou  seest  I  patiently  wait ; 
Come  now,  and  within  me  anew  heart  create. 
To  those  who  have  sought  thee,  thou  never 

saidst  No  : 
Now  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than 
snow. — Cho. 


425 


Tune —  What  a  Friend. 
What  a  friend  we  have  in  Jesus, 

All  our  sins  and  griefs  to  bear  ; 
What  a  privilege  to  carry 

Everything  to  God  in  prayer. 
Oh,  what  peace  we  often  forfeit. 

Oh,  what  needless  pain  we  bear. 
All  because  we  do  not  carry 

Everything  to  God  in  prayer  ! 

Have  we  trials  and  temptations  ? 

Is  there  trouble  anywhere  ? 
We  should  never  be  discouraged  ; 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 
Can  we  find  a  friend  so  faithful, 

Who  will  all  our  sorrows  share  ? 
Jesus  knows  our  every  weakness  ! 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  349 

3  Are  we  weak  and  heavy-laden, 

Cumbered  with  a  load  of  care  ? 
Precious  Saviour,  still  our  refuge. 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 
Do  thy  friends  despise,  forsake  thee  ? 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer ; 
In  his  arm  he'll  take  and  shield  thee, 

Thou  wilt  find  a  solace  there. 

■^  ^  ^  Tune —  Our  Lajnps. 

Our  lamps  are  trimmed  and  burning. 

Our  robes  are  white  and  clean, 
We've  tarried  for  the  Bridegroom, 

Oh,  may  we  enter  in  ? 
We  know  we've  nothing  worthy 

That  we  can  call  our  own, — 
The  light,  the  oil,  the  robes  we  wear. 

Are  all  from  him  alone. 

Chorus. 
Behold,  the  Bridegroom  cometh  ! 

And  all  may  enter  in, 
Whose  lamps  are  trimmed  and  burning, 

Whose  robes  are  white  and  clean. 

2  Go  forth,  go  forth  to  meet  him  ; 

The  way  is  open  now  ; 
All  lighted  with  the  glory 

That's  streaming  from  his  brow. 
Accept  the  invitation 

Beyond  deserving  kind  ; 
Make  no  delay,  but  take  your  lamps, 

And  joy  eternal  find. 


350  MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  We  see  the  marriage  splendor 

Within  the  open  door  ; 
We  know  that  those  who  enter 

Are  blest  forevermore. 
We  see  he  is  more  lovely, 

Than  all  the  sons  of  men  ; 
But  still  we  know  the  door  once  shut 

Will  never  ope  again. 


427 


Tune — Look  to  Jesus. 
Look  to  Jesus,  weary  one  ; 

Look  and  live,  look  and  live 
Look  at  what  the  Lord  has  done 

Look  and  live. 
See  him  lifted  on  the  tree  ; 

Look  and  live,  look  and  live 
Hear  him  say,  "  Look  unto  me  ;" 

Look  and  live. 

Chorus. 
Look  !  the  Lord  is  lifted  high  ; 

Look  to  him,  he's  ever  nigh  ; 
Look  and  live,  why  will  ye  die  ? 

Look  and  live. 

2  Though  unworthy,  vile,  unclean, 

Look  and  live,  look  and  live 
Look  away  from  self  and  sin  ; 

Look  and  live. 
Long  by  Satan's  power  enslaved 

Look  and  live,  look  and  live 
I  ook  to  me,  ye  shall  be  saved  ; 

Look  and  live.-  Cho. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  35 1 


3  Though  you've  wandered  far  away, 

Look  and  live,  look  and  live ; 
Harden  not  your  heart  to-day  ; 

Look  and  live. 
'Tis  thy  Father  calls  thee  home  ; 

Look  and  live,  look  and  live  ; 
Whosoever  will  may  come  ; 

Look  and  live. — Cho. 


428 


Time —  We  re  Marching. 

We're  marching  to  Canaan  with  banner  and 

song; 
We're  soldiers  enlisted  to  fight  'gainst  the 

wrong  ; 
But,  lest  in  the  conflict  our  strength  should 

divide, 
We  ask.  Who  among  us  is  on  the  Lord's  side  ? 

Chorus. 

Oh,  who  is  there  among  us,  the  true  and  the 

tried. 
Who'll  stand  by  his  colors — Who's  on  the 

Lord's  side  ? 

2  The  sword  may  be  burnished,  the  armor  be 

bright ; 
For  Satan  appears  as  an  angel  of  light ; 
Yet  darkly  the  bosom  may  treachery  hide. 
While  lips  are  professing,  "  Fm  on  the  Lord's 

side." — Cho, 


352  MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  Who  is  there  among-  us,  yet  under  the  rod, 
Who  knows  not  the  pardoning  mercy  of  God  ? 
Oh,  bring  to    him    humbly   the   heart  in  its 

pride  ; 
Oh,  haste  while  he's  waiting,   and  seek  the 
Lord's  side. — Cho. 

4  Oh,  heed  not  the  sorrow,  the  pain  and  the 

wrong ; 
For  soon  shall  our  sighing  be  changed  into 

song. 
So,  bearing  the  cross  of  our  covenant  Guide, 
We'll  shout,  as   we  triumph,    "I'm    on  the 

Lord's  side  !" — Cho. 


A   (\  ^\  From  the  Gamer,  page  25. 

^^^   Time— He  Will  Gather  the  Wheat. 
When  Jesus  shall  gather  the  nations 

Before  him  at  last  to  appear, 
Then,  oh  !  how  shall  we  stand  in  the  judg- 
ment, 
W^hen  summoned  our  sentence  to  hear  ? 

Chorus. 
He  will  gather  the  wheat  in  his  garner. 
But  the  chaff  will  he  scatter  away  ; 
Then,  oh  !  how  shall  we  stand  in  the  judg- 
ment 
Of  the  great  resurrection  day  ? 

2  Shall  we  hear,  from  the  lips  of  the  Saviour, 
The    words,    "  Faithful    servant,    well 
done ;" 


MISCELLANEOUS.  353 

Or,  trembling  with  fear  and  with  anguish, 
Be  banished  away  from  his  throne. 

Cho. 

3  He  will  smile  when  he  looks  on  his  children. 

And  sees  on  the  ransomed  his  seal ; 
He  will  clothe  them  in  heavenly  beauty, 

As  low  at  his  footstool  they  kneel. — Cho. 

4  Then  let  us  be  watching  and  waiting, — 

Our  lamps  burning  steady  and  bright, — 
When  the  Bridegroom  shall  call  to  the  wed- 
ding 
Our  spirits  made  ready  for  flight.— Cho. 

5  Thus  living  with  hearts  fixed  on  heaven, 

In  patience  we  wait  for  the  time 
When,  the  days  of  our  pilgrimage  ended, 
We'll  bask  in  the  presence  divine.— Cho. 


A   O  ^\  From  the  Gamer,  page  27. 

^C^KJ  Time — Lea7iing on  Jesus. 
Weary  with  walking  alone, 

Long  heavy  laden  with  sin  ; 
Toiling  all  night  without  Christ, — 

Rest  for  my  soul  shall  I  win, 

Chorus. 

Leaning  on  Jesus,  I  walk  at  his  side  ; 
Leaning  on  Jesus,  I  trust  him,  my  Shepherd 
and  Guide. 


354  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  Fearing  to  stand  for  my  Lord, 

Trembling  for  weakness  in  prayer ; 
Yet  on  the  bosom  divine 

Losing  each  sorrow  and  fear. — Cho. 

3  Anxious  no  longer  for  self, 

Shrinking  no  longer  from  pain  ; 
Leaning  on  Jesus  alone. 

He  all  my  care  will  sustain. — Cho. 

4  Leaning,  I  walk  in  "  The  Way," 

Leaning,  "  The  Truth  "  I  shall  know 
Leaning  on  heart-throbs  of  Christ, 

Safe  into  "  Life  "  I  may  go. — Cho. 


431 


Ttine — Jesus,  Love  Me  Still. 
Oh,  what  utter  weakness  fills   this  soul   of 

mine! 
How   my    frequent    stumblings    wound   thy 

heart  divine  ! 
Count  me   not  unworthy,   Jesus,   keep   me 
thine  ; 

Love  me  still, 
Jesus,  love  me  still. 

Chorus. 

Oh,  what  tender  mercy  1  oh,  what  wondrous 

love  ! 
Oh,    what   rich    compassion   hails   me   from 

above ; 
How  can  I  but  love  thee,    and   thy   grace 

adore  ! 


MISCELLANEOUS.  355 

2  Many  are  the  failures  in  my  life  I  see  ; 
Many  are  the  frailties  clinging  unto  me  ; 
Yet,  O  precious  Saviour,  smile  complacently, 

Love  me  still, 

Love  and  bless  me  still. — Cho, 

3  Pity  me,  dear  Jesus,  if  I  sometimes  fall ; 

I  among  thy  servants  am  the  least  of  all ; 

Weakest  of  the  weak  ones  who  upon  thee 
call; 

Therefore  love  me, 
Jesus,  love  me  still. — Cho. 

A    €^  ^^  From  the  Quiver,  page  65. 

•*■  ^  ^      Time — Bri7igi7ig  in  the  Sheaves. 

Sowing  in  the  morning,  sowing  seeds  of  kind- 
ness. 

Sowing  in  the  noontide  and  the  dewy  eves  ; 

Waiting  for  the  harvest,  and  the  tim.e  of  reap- 
ing. 

We  shall  come  rejoicing,  bringing  in  the 
sheaves. 

Chorus. 
Bringing  in  the   sheaves,   bringing  in    the 

sheaves. 
We  shall  come   rejoicing,  bringing  in   the 

sheaves. 

2  Sowing    in    the    sunshine,    sowing    in    the 
shadows, 
Fearing  neither  clouds  nor  winter's  chilling 
breeze ; 


356  '        MISCELLANEOUS. 


By  and  by  the  harvest,  and,  the  labor  endea 
We  shall  come  rejoicing,    bringing   in  the 
sheaves. — Cho. 

3  Go,  then,  ever  weeping,  sowing  for  the  Mas- 
ter, 

Though  the  loss  sustained  our  spirit  often 
grieves ; 

When  our  weeping's  over,  he  will  bid  us  wel- 
come, 

We  shall  come  rejoicing,  bringing  in  the 
sheaves. — Cho. 

A    O  O  From  Spiritual  Songs,  page  8. 

■^  ^  ^    Tune — Praise  the  Lord,  praise  Him  / 

Praise  the  Lord  !  praise  him  ! 

Men  and  angels,  unite  in  happy  song  ! 

Praise  the  Lord  !  praise  him  ! 
Sing  Jehovah's  praises,  loud  and  long  ! 
Praise  him,  ye  heavens  !  praise  him,  ye  stars 

of  light ! 
Praise  him,  ye  mountains  !  oh,  praise  him 
day  and  night ! 

Chorus. 
Praise  the  Lord  ■  praise  him  ! 

Men  and  angels  unite  in  happy  song ! 
Praise  the  Lord  !  praise  him  ! 

Sing  Jehovah's  praises,  loud  and  long/ 

2  Praise  the  Lord  !  praise  him  ! 
Praise  his  name,  for  his  promises  are  sure  ; 

Praise  the  Lord  !  praise  him  ! 
For  his  mercies  ever  shall  endure. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  357 

Praise  him,  ye  children  !  men,  maidens,  old 

and  young  ! 
Kings  bow  before  him  from  every  land  and 

tongue. — Cho. 

3  Praise  the  Lord  !  praise  him  ! 
Earth's  Redeemer,  the  blessed  Prince  of 
Peace  ! 
Praise  the  Lord  !  praise  him  ! 
May  Jehovah's  praises  never  cease  ! 
Sing  ye  his  glory,  send  forth  his  name  abroad ; 
Tell  the  glad  story  of  this  our  mighty  God. 

Cho. 


A   O  A  From  Spiritual  Songs,  page  36. 

■*  ^  ■*     Tune —  Our  Lord  is  God  Forever, 

Our  Lord  is  God  forever; 

Exalt  him  King  of  kings  ! 
His  mercy  faileth  never, 

My  soul  exultant  sings. 
His  love  no  good  denieth, 

He  knows  my  feeble  frame, 
And  every  need  supplieth  ; 

Thrice  holy  is  his  name. 

Refrain. 

Our  Lord  is  God, 
Forever  and  forever. 
Our  Lord  is  God  forever, 
Exalt  him  King  of  kings  ; 
Exalt  him,  exalt  him, 
Exalt  him  King  of  kings. 


358  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  In  bitterest  temptations 

He  doth  my  strength  renew  ; 
His  tender  consolations 

Are  neither  small  nor  few. 
Though  trials  overtake  me, 

And  duties  seem  severe, 
My  Lord  shall  not  forsake  me. 

My  soul  shall  never  fear. — Ref. 

3  Round  thee  my  life  is  twining  ; 

My  only  stay  thou  art ; 
Upon  thy  strength  reclining 

I  draw  me  near  thy  heart. 
Oh,'  show  me  thy  salvation. 

And  tell  me  thou  art  mine  ; 
And  in  thy  new  creation 

Make  me  forever  thine  ! — Ref. 


435 


Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night, 

What  its  signs  of  promise  are, 
Traveler,  o'er  yon  mountain's  height 

See  that  glory-beaming  star. 
Watchman,  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell  ? 
Traveler,  yes  ;  it  brings  the  day — 

Promised  day  of  Israel. 

2  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night; 
Higher  yet  that  star  ascends. 
Traveler,  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  359 

Watchman,  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 

Traveler,  ages  are  its  own  ; 

See  !  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 

Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. 
Traveler,  darkness  takes  its  flight, 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 
Watchman,  let  thy  wanderings  cease, 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. 
Traveler,  lo  !  the  Prince  of  peace, 

Lo  !  the  Son  of  God,  is  come  ! 


436 


From  Pure  Gold. 

Tu7ie — Sabbath  Welcome. 


We  welcome  this  beautiful  Sabbath  of  rest. 
Our   Father  has  made  it,  'tis  hallowed 
and  blest ; 
In    songs    of   devotion,    thanksgiving    and 
praise. 
Our  hearts  and  our  voices  together  we'll 
raise. 

Chorus. 

Let  us  worship  our  King,  and  be  glad  while 

we  sing, 
Let  the  hills   and  the  valleys  with  melody 

ring; 
Let  the  deep  hear  the  strain,  and  repeat  it 

again. 
Hallelujah  !  hallelujah  !  hallelujah  !     Amen. 


360  MISCELLANEOUS. 


2  Now  joyful  away  to  the  temple  of  prayer, 

The  Lord  will  be  with  us,  his  children 

are  there ; 
The  light  of  his  glory,  the  smile  of  his  love. 
Will  beam  like  the  sun  from  his  kingdom 

above. — Cho. 

3  How  happy  the  people  whose  God  is  the 

Lord, 
Who  vv^alk  in  his  counsel,  and  trust  in 

his  word ; 
And  look  for  the  promise  the  Saviour  has- 

given, 
A  robe  and  a  crown  for  the  faithful  in 

heaven. — Cho. 


4  Sing  on,  O  ye  ransomed,   now  safe  on  the 
shore ; 
Sing  on,  you  have  anchored,  your  trials 
are  o'er  ; 
We'll    follow    your    footsteps,    we    long  to 
behold 
The  river  of  life  and  the  city  of  gold. 

Cho. 


A    O  n*  From  Bright  Jewels 


Tune —  There  is  Life  for  a  Look. 

There  is  Life  for  a  look  at  the  crucified  One, 
There  is  life  at  this  moment  for  thee  ; 

Then   look,    sinner,  look  unto  him  and  be 
saved. 
Unto  him  who  was  nailed  to  the  tree. 


miscellaneous.  361 

Refrain. 

Look!  look!  look  and  live! 

There  is  life  for  a  look  at  the  crucified  One, 

There  is  life  at  this  moment  for  thee. 


2  Oh,  why  was  he  there  as  the  bearer  of  sin. 
If  on  Jesus  thy  guilt  was  not  laid  ? 
Oh,  why,  from  his  side,  flowed  the  sin-cleans- 
ing blood, 
If  his  dying  thy  debt  has  not  Daid  ? — Ref. 


3  It  is  not  thy  tears  of  repentance,  and  prayers, 

But  the  blood  \h.2X  atones  for  thy  soul. 
On  him,  then,  who  shed  it,  thou  mayest  at 
once 
Thy  weight  of  iniquities  roll. — Ref. 

4  Then  doubt  not  thy  welcome,  since  God  has 

declared 
There  remaineth  no  more  to  be  done ; 
That   once    in   the    end   of   the    world    he 
appeared, 
And  completed  the  work  he  begun. 

Ref. 

5  Then  take  with  rejoicing  from  Jesus  at  once 

The  life  everlasting  he  gives. 
And  know,  with  assurance,  thou  never  canst 
die. 
Since  Jesus  thy  righteousness  lives. 

Ref. 


362  MISCELLANEOUS. 

A    O  Q  From  Pure  Gold. 

^00  Tune— The  Good  Old  Way. 
We  are  going  forth  with  our  staff  in  hand, 

Through  a  desert  wild  in  a  stranger  land ; 
But  our  faith  is  bright  and  our  hope  is  strong. 
And   the   good   old  way  is  our   pilgrim 
song. 

Chorus. 
'Tis  the  good  old  way,  by  our  fathers  trod  ; 
'Tis  the  way  of  life,  and  it  leadeth  unto 
God; 
'Tis  the  only  path  to  the  realms  of  day  ; 
We  are   going   home   in  the  good   old 
way. 

2  There  are  foes  without,  there  are  foes  within ; 

They  would  turn  us  back  to  the  path  of 

sin  ; 
We  will  stop  our  ears  to  the  words  they  say, 
While  we  onward  press  in  the  good  old 

way. — Cho. 

3  In  the  blissful  hour  of  communion  sweet, 

Let  us  come  with  joy  to  the  mercy-seat ; 
Oh,  we  love  to  sing,  and  we  love  to  pray. 

And  we  bless  the  Lord  for  the  good  old 
way. — Cho. 

4  On  the  brink  of  time  when  we  stand  at  last, 

When  our  sun  has  set,  and  our  work  is 

past, 
When  our  bid  farewell  to  our  mortal  clay. 
We  will  praise  the  Lord  for  the  good  old 

way. — Cho. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  363 

4.00 

■*  ^  ^  Tune —  yust  a  Word  for  Jesus. 
Now  just  a  word  for  Jesus, 

Your  dearest  friend  so  true  ; 
Come  cheer  our  hearts  and  tell  us 

What  he  has  done  for  you. 

Refrain 

Now  just  a  word  for  Jesus — 
'Twill  help  us  on  our  way  ; 

One  httle  word  for  Jesus, 

Oh,  speak,  or  sing,  or  pray. 

2  Now  just  a  word  for  Jesus  ; 

You  feel  your  sins  forgiven. 
And  by  his  grace  are  striving 

To  reach  a  home  in  heaven. — Ref. 

3  Now  just  a  word  for  Jesus  ; 

A  cross  it  cannot  be 
To  say,  I  love  my  Saviour 

Who  gave  his  life  for  me. — Ref. 

4  Now  just  a  word  for  Jesus  ; 

Let  not  the  time  be  lost ; 
The  heart's  neglected  duty 

Brings  sorrow  to  its  cost. — Ref. 

5  Now  just  a  word  for  Jesus  ; 

And  if  your  faith  be  dim. 
Arise,  in  all  your  weakness, 

And  leave  the  rest  to  him. — Ref. 


364  MISCELLANEOUS. 


4.40 

^^^^     Tune — Precious  Promise. 
Precious  promise  God  hath  given 

To  the  weary  passer  by, 
On  the  way  from  earth  to  heaven, 

"  I  will  guide  thee  with  mine  eye." 

Refrain. 
I  will  guide  thee,  I  will  guide  thee, 

I  will  guide  thee  with  mine  eye ; 
On  the  way  from  earth  to  heaven, 

I  will  guide  thee  with  mine  eye. 

2  When  temptations  almost  win  thee. 

And  thy  trusted  watchers  fly, 
Let  this  promise  ring  within  thee, 

**  I  will  guide  thee  with  mine  eye." 

Ref. 

3  When  thy  secret  hopes  have  perished, 

In  the  grave  of  years  gone  by, 
Let  this  promise  still  be  cherished, 

"  I  will  guide  thee  with  mine  eye." 

Ref. 

4  When  the  shades  of  life  are  falling, 

y\nd  the  hour  has  come  to  die. 
Hear  thy  trusty  pilot  calling, 

"  I  will  guide  thee  with  mine  eye." 

Ref. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  365 

^^J-         Tune— Hark!  the  Herald. 
Hark  !  the  herald  angels  sing, 
"  Glory  to  the  new-born  King  ! 
Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, 
God  and  sinners  reconciled." 
Joyful,  all  ye  nations  rise  ; 
Join  the  triumph  of  the  skies : 
With  the  angelic  host  proclaim, 
"  Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem.'' 
Hark  !  the  herald  angels  sing, 
Glory  to  the  new-born  King. 

2  Mild  he  lays  his  glory  by  ; 

Born  that  man  no  more  may  die  ; 
Born  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth  ; 
Born  to  give  them  second  birth. 
Veiled  in  flesh,  the  Godhead  see, 
Hail  the  incarnate  Deity  ; 
Pleased  as  man  with  men  to  appear, 
Jesus,  our  Immanuel,  here. 
Hark  !  the  herald  angels  sing, 
Glory  to  the  new-born  King. 

4-4-9 

^^^^    Tune — Rejoice  Evermore. 
Rejoice  !  rejoice  !  for  Jesus  reigns, 

The  Prince  of  peace  and  love, 
To  guide  the  children  of  his  grace 

To  heaven,  their  home  above 
And  they  who  seek  his  loving  care 

Thro'  dark  and  sunny  days. 
Shall  know  how  safely  they  may  walk 

When  God  directs  their  ways. 


366  MISCELLANEOUS. 


Chorus. 

Rejoice  !  rejoice  forevermore  ! 

Immanuers  praises  sing. 
They  must  rejoice  who  surely  know 

That  Jesus  is  their  king. 

2  Rejoice  !  rejoice  !  the  Christ  has  come, 

The  Saviour  of  mankind, 
To  seek  the  lost  ones  of  his  fold, 

And  heal  the  halt  and  blind. 
O  erring  and  repentant  soul, 

Look  up  and  thou  shalt  live. 
The  Friend  of  sinners  comes  to  save, 

To  ransom  and  forgive. — Cho. 

3  Rejoice  !  rejoice  forevermore, 

Nor  let  one  soul  repine. 
Though  friends  forget,  and  hearts  grow  cold, 

A  Father's  love  is  thine. 
And  if  the  world  seem  dark  with  frowns, 

Just  meet  them  with  a  smile  ; 
And,  with  the  hope  of  future  bliss. 

All  present  ills  beguile. — Cho. 


443 


More  holiness    give   me,    more    sweetness 

within, 
More  patience  in  suffering,  more  sorrow  for 

sin. 
More  faith  in  my  Saviour,  more  sense  of  his 

care, 
More  joy  in   his  service,  more  purpose  in 

prayer. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  367 

2  More  gratitude  give  me,  more  trust  in  the 

Lord, 
More  zeal  for  his  glory,  more  hope  in   his 

word. 
More  tears  at  his  sorrow,  more  pain  at  his 

grief. 
More  meekness  in  trial,  more  praise  for  relief. 

3  More  victory  give  me,  more  strength  to  o'er- 

come. 

More  freedom  from  earth-stains,  more  long- 
ings for  home  ; 

More  fit  for  his  coming,  more  use  would  I 
be, 

More  blessed  and  holy — more.  Saviour,  like 
thee. 


444 


See  the  gentle  Shepherd  standing 
Where  the  quiet  waters  flow  ; 

To  the  pastures  green  inviting, 
Hungry,  thirsty,  let  us  go. 

Chorus. 

Where  he  leads  we  will  follow, 
We  will  follow  all  the  way,- 

2  Only  by  the  door  we  enter, 

AH  who  enter  he  will  save ; 
Life  abundantly  bestowing, 

Though  his  life  the  Shepherd  gave. 

Cho. 


368  MISCELLANEOUS. 


3  Safe  within  the  fold  he  leads  us, 

He  the  Shepherd,  we  his  own  ; 
And  as  him  the  Father  knoweth — 

Precious  thought,  of  him  we're  known. 

Cho. 


445 


Will  you  meet  me  at  the  fountain, 

When  I  reach  the  glory-land  ? 
Will  you  meet  me  at  the  fountain, 

Shall  I  clasp  your  friendly  hand  ? 
Other  friends  will  give  me  welcome, 

Other  loving  voices  cheer  ; 
There'll  be  music  at  the  fountain, 

Will  you,  will  you  meet  me  there  ? 

Chorus. 
Yes,  I'll  meet  you  at  the  fountain, 

At  the  fountain  bright  and  fair, 
Oh,  I'll  meet  you  at  the  fountain. 

Yes,  I'll  meet  you,  meet  you  there. 

Will  you  meet  me  at  the  fountain  ? 

For  I'm  sure  that  I  shall  know 
Kindred  souls  and  sweet  communion, 

More  than  I  have  known  below. 
And  the  chorus  will  be  sweeter, 

When  it  bursts  upon  my  ear, 
And  my  heaven  seem  completer. 

If  your  happy  voice  I  hear. — Cho. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  369 


446 


How  blest  in  Jesus'  name  to  meet 

In  joyful  adoration, 
And  while  his  mercy  we  repeat, 

And  sing  his  great  salvation, 
Though  discord  mars  the  song  we  raise, 
He  loves  to  hear  us  sing  his  praise. 

That  we  are  dust  he  knows  full  well, 
And  asks  what  we  can  render, 

And  though  we  fail  our  love  to  tell, 
Yet,  merciful  and  tender, 

The  feeblest  strains  we  strive  to  raise 

He  welcomes,  as  our  perfect  praise. 

With  l\im  may  none  our  homage  share, 
But  grateful  thanks  confessing, 

Oh,  let  us  to  his  seat  repair, 

Ascribing  honor,  blessing; 

He  will  resolve  the  chords  we  raise 

In  liquid  harmony  of  praise. 

And  when  we  see  him  face  to  face, 
In  golden  showers  before  him, 

We'll  cast  our, crowns,  conferred  by  grace. 
And  with  the  saints  adore  him  ; 

No  jarring  discord  then  we'll  raise, 

But  perfect  strains  of  heavenly  praise. 


447 


Sound  the  battle-cry  ! 
See,  the  foe  is  nigh. 
Raise  the  standard  high 
For  the  Lord : 


370  MISCELLANEOUS. 


Gird  your  armour  on, 
Stand  firm  every  one  ; 
Rest  your  cause  upon 

His  holy  word.  .  ■ 

Chorus. 
Rouse  then,  soldiers  !  Rally  round  the  banner  I 

Ready,  steady,  pass  the  word  along  ; 
Onward,  forward,  shout  aloud  hosanna  ! 

Christ  is  captain  of  the  mighty  throng. 

2  Strong  to  meet  the  foe, 
Marching  on  we  go. 
While  our  cause  we  know 

Must  prevail ; 
Shield  and  banner  bright 
Gleaming  in  the  light ; 
Battling  for  the  right 

We  ne'er  can  fail. — Cho. 

3  Oh!  thou  God  of  all. 
Hear  us  when  we  call, 
Help  us  one  and  all 

By  thy  grace. 
When  the  battle's  done, 
And  the  victory  won, 
May  we  wear  the  crown 

Before  thy  face. — Cho. 


448 


'Twill  not  belong,  our  journey  here 
Each  broken  sign  and  falling  tear 
Will  soon  be  gone,  and  all  will  be 
A  cloudless  sky,  a  waveless  sea. 


miscellaneous.  37 1 

Chorus. 

Roll  on,  dark  stream, 

We  dread  not  thy  foam  ; 

The  pilgrim  is  longing 

For  home,  sweet  home. 

2  'Twill  not  be  long  the  yearning  heart 
May  feel  its  every  hope  depart, 
And  grief  be  mingled  with  its  song; 
We'll  meet  again,  'twill  not  be  long. — Cho. 

3  Though  sad  we  mark  the  closing  eye 
Of  those  we  loved  in  days  gone  by  ; 
Yet  sweet  in  death  their  latest  song — 
We'll  meet  again,  'twill  not  be  long. — Cho. 

4  These  checkered  wilds,   with  thorns    o'er- 

spread, 
Through  which  our  way  so  oft  is  led — 
This  march  of  time,  if  faith  be  strong. 
Will  end  in  bliss,  'twill  not  be  long. — Cho. 

5  Oh,  then  how  sweet  our  heaven  will  be, 
When,  from  all  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
We  join  with  all  the  ransomed  throng  ! 
Bright,  blessed  hope  !  'twill  not  be  long  ! 

Cho. 


449 


Mourner,  wheresoe'er  thou  art, 
At  the  cross  there's  room  ! 

Tell  the  burden  of  thy  heart ; 
At  the  cross  there's  room  ! 


372  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Tell  it  in  thy  Saviour  s  ear, 
Cast  away  thine  every  fear, 
Only  speak,  and  he  will  hear ; 
At  the  cross  there's  room  ! 


Haste  thee,  wanderer,  tarry  not, 

At  the  cross  there's  room  ! 
Seek  that  consecrated  spot ; 

At  the  cross  there's  room  ! 
Heavy  laden,  sore  oppressed, 
Love  can  soothe  thy  troubled  breast, 
In  the  Saviour  find  thy  rest ; 
At  the  cross  there's  room  I 


Thoughtless  sinner,  come  to-day  ; 

At  the  cross  there's  room  ! 
Hark  !  the  Bride  and  Spirit  say. 

At  the  cross  there's  room  ! 
Now  a  living  fountain  see. 
Opened  there  for  you  and  me. 
Rich  and  poor,  for  bond  and  free 

At  the  cross  there's  room  ! 


Blessed  thought !  for  every  one 
At  the  cross  there's  room  ! 

Love's  atoning  work  is  done; 
At  the  cross  there's  room  ! 

Streams  of  boundless  mercy  flow, 

Free  to  all  who  thither  go ; 

Oh  that  all  the  world  might  know 
At  the  cross  there's  room  ! 


MISCELLANEOUS.  373 


450 


When  shall  we  meet  again — 

Meet  ne'er  to  sever  ? 
When  will  peace  wreathe  her  chain 

Round  us  forever  ? 
Our  hearts  will  ne'er  repose, 
Safe  from  each  blast  that  blows, 
In  this  dark  vale  of  woes, 

Never !  no,  never. 

When  shall  love  freely  flow, 

Pure  as  life's  river  ? 
When  shall  sweet  friendship  glow, 

Changeless  forever  ? 
Where  joys  celestial  thrill, 
Where  bliss  each  heart  shall  fill, 
And  fears  of  parting  chill. 

Never !  no,  never  ? 

Up  to  that  world  of  light, 
Take  us,  dear  Saviour  ; 

May  we  all  there  unite, 
Happy  forever  ! 

Where  kindred  spirits  dwell, 

There  may  our  music  swell. 

And  time  our  joys  dispel, 
Never  !  no,  never  ! 


451 


Now   the   Saviour   calls   us,  hear  his  voice 

to-day, 
Listen  to  his  teaching,  listen  and  obey. 


374  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Life  for  you  and  me  has  Jesus  promised  free, 
Come  repen't,  believe,  and  you  shall  happy  be. 

Chorus. 

Sweet  it  is  to  know  that  Jesus  loves  us  still, 
That  surely  he  will  guide  us  safe  from  every 
ill. 


2  Jesus  died  to  save  us,  now  he  reigns  above, 
Ever  interceding  with  unbounded  love. 
Boldly  then  press  forward,  ever  faithful  be, 
Seek  a  home  in  heaven,  life  eternally. — Cho. 

3  Sweet  it  is  to  know  that  Jesus  loves  us  still, 
If  we  but  obey  and  do  his  holy  will. 

He  will  safely  guide  us  to  that  happy  land, 
Where  we'll  dwell  forever  with  the   angel 
band. — Cho. 


452 


There  is  a  home  eternal. 

Beautiful  and  bright, 
Where  sweet  joys  supernal 

Never  are  dimmed  by  night ; 
White-robed  angels  are  singing 

Ever  around  the  bright  throne 
When,  oh,  when  shall  I  see  thee, 

Beautiful,  beautiful  home  ? 


miscellaneous.  375 

Chorus. 

Home  !  beautiful  home  ! 

Bright,  beautiful  home, 
Bright  home  of  our  Saviour, 

Bright,  beautiful  home. 

Flowers  are  ever  springing 

In  that  home  so  fair  ; 
Little  children  singing 

Praises  to  Jesus  there. 
How  they  swell  the  glad  anthem, 

Ever  around  the  bright  throne, 
When,  oh,  when,  shall  I  see  thee, 

Beautiful,  beautiful  home  ? — Cho. 

Soon  shall  I  join  that  anthem, 

Far  beyond  the  sky  ; 
Christ  is  my  salvation, 

Why  should  I  fear  to  die  ! 
Soon  my  eyes  shall  behold  him 

Seated  upon  the  bright  throne. 
Then,  oh,  then  shall  I  see  thee. 

Beautiful,  beautiful  home  ? — Cho. 


453 


So  near  to  the  Kingdom  !  yet  what  dost  thou 

lack  ? 
So  near  to  the  Kingdom  !  what  keepeth  thee 

back  ? 
Renounce  every  idol,  though  dear  it  may  be, 
And  come  to  the  Saviour  now  pleading  with 

thee. 


376  MISCELLANEOUS. 


Chorus. 

Pleading  with  thee,  pleading  with  thee, 
The  Saviour  is  pleading,  is  pleading  with  thee. 

2  So   near  that  thou  hearest  the  songs  that 

resound 
From  those  who,  believing,  a  pardon  have 

fouFxd  ! 
So  near,  yet  unwilling  to  give  up  thy  sin, 
When  Jesus  is  waiting  to  welcome  thee  in  ! 

Cho. 

3  To  die  with  no  hope  !  hast  thou  counted  the 

cost? 

To  die  out  of  Christ,  and  thy  soul  to  be  lost! 

So  near  to  the  kingdom  !  oh,  come,  we  im- 
plore, 

While  Jesus  is  pleading,  come,  enter  the  door  ! 

Cho. 


454 


On  to  the  conflict,  soldiers  for  the  right. 
Arm  you  with  the  Spirit's  sword,  and  march 

to  the  fight  ; 
Truth  be  your  watchword,  sound  the  ringing 

cry, 

Victory,  victory,  victory ! 

Chorus. 
Ever  this  the  war-cry,  victory,  victory, 
Ever  this  the  war-cry,  victory  ; 
Write  it  on  your  banners,  waft  it  on  the  breeze, 
Victory,  victory,  victory. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  377 

^  2  Fiercely  it  rages,  deadly  is  the  strife, 

I  -;      But  the  prize  that  you  shall  win  is  everlasting 

5  life  ; 

Jesus  shall  crown  you,  your  reward  shall  be 
Victory,  victory,  victory  ! — Cho. 

3  Valiant  and  cheerful,  marching  right  along, 
Every  foe  shall  quit  the  field,  though  haughty 

and  strong ; 
Fear  shall  oppress  them,  truth  shall  make 
them  flee  ; 

Victory,  victory,  victory  ! — Cho. 

4  Soon  shall  the  warfare  and  the  conflict  cease, 
Soon  shall  dawn  the  welcome  day  of  victory 

and  peace  ; 
Foes  all  subdued,  we'll  raise  the  joyful  cry, 
Victory,  victory,  victory  ! — Cho. 


455 


Oh  !  do  not  let  the  word  depart. 
And  close  thine  eyes  against  the  light. 
Poor  sinner,  harden  not  thine  heart ; 
Thou  wouldst  be  saved — Why  not  to-night  ? 

2  The  world  has  nothing  left  to  give — 
It  has  no  new,  no  pure  delight ; 

Oh,  try  the  life  which  Christians  live  ! 

Thou  wouldst  be  saved — Why  not  to-night  ? 

3  Our.  God  in  pity  lingers  still, 

And  wilt  thou  thus  his  love  requite  ? 
Renounce  at  length  thy  stubborn  will  ! 
Thou  wouldst  be  saved — V/hy  not  to-night  ? 


378  MISCELLANEOUS. 

4  Our  blessed  Lord  refuses  none 
Who  would  to  him  their  souls  unite  ; 
Then  be  the  work  of  grace  begun  ! 
Thou  wouldst  be  saved —  Why  not  to-night  ? 

456 

Let  our  hearts  be  always  cheerful ; 

Why  should  murmuring  enter  there  ? 
When  our  kind  and  loving  Father 

Makes  us  children  of  his  care. 

Chorus. 

Always  cheerful,  always  cheerful, 
Sunshine  all  around  we  see  ; 
Full  of  beauty  is  the  path  of  duty, 
Cheerful  we  may  always  be. 

2  With  his  gentle  hand  to  lead  us, 

Should  the  powers  of  sin  avail, 
He  has  promised  grace  to  help  us ; 
Never  can  his  promise  fail. — Cho. 

3  When  we  turn  aside  from  duty, 

Comes  the  pain  of  doing  wrong  ; 
And  a  shadow,  creeping  o'er  us, 

Checks  the  rapture  of  our  song.  — Cho. 

4  Oh,  the  good  are  always  happy, 

And  their  path  fs  ever  bright ; 
Let  us  heed  the  blessed  counsel, 

Shun  the  wrong  and  love  the  right. 

Cho. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  379 


457 


Oh,  praise  the  Lord  !  let  all  rejoice, 

And  sing  aloud  with  heart  and  voice  ! 

Glory  be.  Lord,  to  thee, 

Our  happy  song  shall  ever  be. 

The  Prince  of  Peace,  the  King  of  kings, 

Who  spreads  afar  his  mighty  wings  ! 

Glory  be,  Lord,  to  thee, 

Our  happy  song  shall  ever  be. 

Duet. 

Come,  thou  celestial  dove, 
Come  from  thy  courts  above. 
Now  let  thy  tender  love 
Warm  every  heart. 
Then,  when  our  life  is  o'er, 
■  We'll  meet  to  part  no  more. 
Those  who  have  gone  before, 
Friends  ever  dear. 

Solo. 

Saviour,  teach  us  how  to  pray, 
Lead  us  in  the  narrow  way, 
Lead  us  in  the  narrow,  narrow  way. 
Happy  children  we  shall  meet, 
Walking  in  the  golden  street, 
Walking  in  the  golden,  golden  street. 

2  Sing  on,  sing  on  your  choral  lays, 
Your  sweet  enraptured  song  of  praise, 
Angels  bright,  robed  in  white. 
With  harps  of  gold  and  crowns  of  light. 


380  MISCELLANEOUS. 


In  Eden's  pure  and  sunny  land, 
Around  our  Father's  throne  you  stand  ; 
Angels  bright,  robed  in  white, 
With  harps  of  gold  and  crowns  of  light. 


458 


Praise  the  Lord,  all  ye  people,  oh,  lift  up  your 

voice, 
Let    the   floods    clap   their  hands    and    the 

mountains  rejoice. 

Chorus. 

We  will  praise  him,  we  will  praise  him. 
We  will  join  the  mighty,  mighty  chorus, 
For  the  Lord  is  our  God, 
For  the  Lord  is  our  king. 

2  See  the  mansions  of  glory  their  portals  unfold, 
Our  Redeemer  ascending,  the  angels  behold. 

Cho. 

3  Though   the    kingdoms    of  earth    and   their 

splendor  shall  fall. 
Yet  the  Lord  is  triumphant,  he  rules  over  all. 

Cho. 


4  To  the  Lord  our  creator,  salvation  belongs ; 
Let  his  name   be    exalted  with  rapture  and 
songs. — Cho. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  38 1 


459 


Fading,  slowly  fading,  sweet  Sabbath  day, 
Like  a  hallowed  memory,  lingers  thy  golden 

ray. 
Dear  Saviour,  now  to  every  heart, 
Reveal  the  way,  the  truth  impart 
That  leads  to  life  beyond  the  skies. 
Where  pleasure  never  dies. 

Chorus. 
Fading,  slowly  fading,  sweet  Sabbath  day : 
In  gentle  tones  it  seems  to  say  : 
Passing  away  !  passing  away  ! 
In  gentle  tones  it  seems  to  say: 
Passing  away  !  away  ! 

2  Fading,  slowly  fading,  sweet  day  of  rest, 
vStill  thy  beauty  lingers  over  the  rosv  west. 
Our  earthly  joys  will  soon  decline. 
Our  earthly  hopes  but  faintly  shine  ; 
Then  may  we  rise  on  wings  of  love. 
And  rest  with  God  above. — Cho. 


460 


We  gather  in  this  dear  retreat, 
To  worship  at  the  Saviour's  feet; 
Our  grateful  praises  to  repeat, 

And  tell  of  Jesus'  love. 
'Tis  here  we  meet  to  praise  and  pray ; 
'Tis  here  we  learn  the  narrow  way  ; 
And  Jesus  meets  us  here  to-day. 

To  lead  our  thoughts  above. 


382  MISCELLANEOUS. 


His  presence  will  our  steps  attend, 

And  bless  the  hours  that  here  we  spend, 

And  every  soul  from  sin  defend. 

That  looks  to  him  for  aid. 
Our  help,  our  strength  ;  O  Saviour  dear, 
The  feeblest  prayer  will  reach  thine  ear  ; 
And  when  we  know  a  Saviour's  near 

We  need  not  be  afraid. 


We  thank  thee  for  the  morning  light. 
For  care  and  safety  through  the  night ; 
For  hopes  that  make  the  future  bright. 

Our  grateful  songs  we  raise. 
'Tis  here  the  children  meet  and  bring 
Their  gifts  of  love  to  Christ  their  king ; 
And  with  their  sweetest  voices  sing 

Their  dear  Redeemer's  praise. 


461 


Thanks  to  God  for  every  blessing 

Which  his  bounteous  hand  bestows  ; 

All  on  earth  that's  worth  possessing, 
From  that  hand  incessant  flows. 

Hallelujah,  hallelujah,  hallelujah.     Amen. 

2  To  his  arms  we're  yet  invited  ; 

'Tis  the  Saviour  bids  us  come ; 
Let  us,  then,  with  hearts  united. 

Seek  through  him  a  heavenly  home. 
Hallelujah,  hallelujah,  hallelujah.     Amen. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  383 

462 

'Tis  the  Saviour  who  would  claim 

Entrance  to  your  heart ; 
Will  you  send  your  Lord  away  ? 

Will  you  say  "  Depart "  ? 
He  will  all  your  trials  share ; 

He  will  cleanse  you  from  all  sin. 

Chorus. 
'Tis  your  Saviour,  'tis  your  Saviour  standing 
there, 
Haste  and  let  him  in,  let  him  in, 
Lest  he  turn  away,  let  him  in. 

2  No  one  like  the  Saviour  knocks 

At  the  sinner's  door; 
'Tis  no  stranger  that  implores, 

He  has  knocked  before, 
He  has  often  sought  your  heart. 

Shall  he  cleanse  it  now  from  sin  ? 

Cho. 

3  Oh,  how  can  you  bid  him  wait 

Till  another  day. 
When  already  Jesus  weeps, 

At  the  long  delay  ? 
'Twas  for  you  that  Jesus  died, 

And  'tis  you  he  longs  to  win. — Cho. 


463 


There's  a  gentle  voice  within  calls  away, 

'Tis  a  warning  I  have  heard  o'er  and  o'er; 

But  my  heart  is  melted  now,  I  obey  ; 

From  my  Saviour  I  will  wander  no  more. 


384  MISCELLANEOUS. 


Chorus. 

Yes,  I  will  go  ;  yes,  I  will  go  ; 

To  Jesus  I  will  go  and  be  saved ; 
Yes,  I  will  go  ;  yes,  I  will  go  ; 

To  Jesus  I  will  go  and  be  saved. 

2  He  has  promised  all  my  sins  to  forgive, 

If"  I  ask  in  simple  faith  for  his  love; 
In  his  holy  word  I  learn  how  to  live. 

And  to  labor  for  his  kin;jdom  above. 

Cho. 

3  I  will  try  to  bear  the  cross  in  my  youth, 

And  be  faithful  to  its  cause  till  I  die  ; 
If  with  cheerful  step  I  walk  in  the  truth, 
I  shall  wear  a  starry  crown  by  and  by. 

Cho. 

4  Still  the  gentle  voice  within  calls  away. 

And  its  warning  I  have  heard  o'er  and 
o'er ; 
But  my  heart  is  melted  now,  I  obey ; 

From  my  Saviour  I  will  wander  no  more. 

Cho. 


464 


Our  heavenly  Father, 

Hear  the  prayer  we  offer  now  ; 

Hear  our  prayer,  the  prayer  we  offer  now 

Thy  name  be  hallowed. 

Thy  name  be  hallowed  far  and  near, 

To  Thee  all  nations  bow,  all  nations  bow ; 


MISCELLANEOUS.  385 

Hear  our  prayer,  O  Father,  hear  us, 
Hear  the  prayer  we  offer  now. 

Hear  our  prayer,  O  Father,  hear  us, 
Hear  the  prayer  we  offer  now. 

Kneehng  before  thee, 

O  thou  great  Ahnighty  King  ; 

Hear  our  prayer,  the  prayer  we  offer  now  ; 

Still  from  the  tempter, 

And  all  that  leads  our  thoughts  away. 

Our  feeble  hearts  defend,  our  hearts  defend. 

Hear  our  prayer,  O  Father,  hear  us. 

Hear  the  prayer  we  offer  now. 
Hear  our  prayer,  O  Father,  hear  us, 

Hear  the  prayer  we  offer  now. 


465 


Great  is  the  Lord  in  all  his  works. 

And  kind  in  all  his  ways  ; 
He  calls  us  in  our  early  youth. 

And  claims  our  highest  praise. 
We  gladly  seek  the  living  spring. 

And  find  a  sweet  repose 
Where  mercy  guides  our  wandering  feet 

Where  all  our  comfort  flows. 

We  come  to  bear  his  burden  light, 

The  meek  and  lowly  One, 
And  learn  by  simple  faith  to  suy, 

Thy  will,  not  ours,  be  done. 
We  sing  of  homes  of  glory  now, 

And  crowns  divinely  fair, 
But  who  can  tell  how  great  our  joy 

When  we  the  crowns  shall  wear  ? 


386  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  Sing  to  the  Lord  in  grateful  song, 

Adore  his  holy  name, 
Let  every  heart  and  every  tongue 

His  wondrous  love  proclaim. 
To  him,  our  Father  and  our  God, 

We  lift  our  joyful  eyes. 
Whose  gracious  hand  with  tender  care 

Our  every  want  supplies. 


466 

Loving  Saviour,  to  thy  bosom 
Let  my  weary  spirit  come, 

Trusting  in  thee,  resting  on  thee, 

Lead  me,  Saviour,  lead  me  home, 


Chorus. 

Lead  me  home  !  lead  me  home  I 

Trusting  in  thee,  resting  on  thee. 

Lead  me  home  !  lead  me  home  ! 
To  the  new  Jerusalem. 

2  I  am  sinful,  weak  and  erring. 
Oft  forgetful  of  thy  love  ; 
Yet  my  spirit,  hungry,  thirsty, 

Longs  for  manna  from  above. — Cho. 


'i=>' 


3  All  inconstant,  changeful,  doubtin< 
Saviour,  is  my  love  to  thee  ; 
While  thy  mercies,  new  each  morning. 

Breathe  unchanging  love  to  me. — Cho. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  387 

4  May  thy  Spirit,  sweet  and  holy, 

Rest  upon  me  in  the  way  ; 
Make  me  earnest,  faithful,  lowly, 

Growing  like  thee,  day  by  day. — Cho. 

5  Loving  Saviour,  to  thy  bosom 

Let  my  blood-washed  spirit  come  ; 
Gather  me  with  all  thy  jewels  ; 

Bring  me  to  thyself,  at  home. — Cho. 

467 

God,  the  all-terrible  king,  who  ordainest, 
Great  winds  thy  clarions  the   lightnmg 
thy  sword, 
Show   forth   thy   pity    on   high   where   thou 
reignest, 
Give  to  us  peace  in  our  time,  O  Lord. 

2  God  the  omnipotent,  mighty  avenger, 

Watching  invisible,  judging  unheard, 

Doom  us  not  now  in  the  hour  of  our  danger, 

Give  to  us  peace  in  our  time,  O  Lord. 

3  God  the  all-merciful,  earth  hath  forsaken 

Thy  ways  of  blessedness,  slighted   thy 
word. 
Bid  not  thy  wrath  in  its  terrors  awaken. 
Give  to  us  peace  in  our  time,  O  Lord. 

4  So  shall  thy  children,  in  thankful  devotion. 

Laud  him  who  saved  them   from  peril 

abhorred  ; 
Singing  in  chorus,  from  ocean  to  ocean. 

Peace  to  the  nations,  and  praise  to  the 

Lord. 


388  MISCELLANEOUS. 


468 


Now  to  heaven  our  prayers  ascending, 

God  speed  the  right ! 
In  a  noble  cause  contending, 

God  speed  the  right ! 
Be  their  zeal  in  heaven  recorded, 
With  success  on  earth  rewarded, 

God  speed  the  right ! 


2  Be  that  prayer  again  repeated, 

God  speed  the  right ! 
Ne'er  despairing,  though  defeated, 

God  speed  the  right ! 
Like  the  good  and  great  in  story, 
If  they  fail,  they  fail  with  glory, 

God  speed  the  right ! 

3  Patient,  firm,  and  persevering, 

God  speed  the  right ! 
Ne'er  the  event  nor  danger  fearing, 

God  speed  the  right ! 
Pains,  nor  toils,  nor  trials  heeding, 
And  in  heaven's  own  time  succeeding, 

God  speed  the  right ! 

4  Still  their  onward  course  pursuing, 

God  speed  the  right ! 
Every  foe  at  length  subduing, 

God  speed  the  right ! 
Truth  !  thy  cause,  whate'er  delay  it, 
There's  no  power  on  earth  can  stay  it, 

God  speed  the  right. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  389 


469 


Children  of  Jerusalem 
Sang  the  praise  of  Jesus'  name  ; 
Children,  too,  of  modern  days, 
Join  to  sing  the  Saviour's  praise. 

Chorus. 
Hark,  hark,  hark  !  while  infant  voices  sing, 
Hark,  hark,  hark  !  while  infant  voices  sing, 
Loud  hosannas,  loud  hosannas,  loud  hosannas 
to  our  King. 

2  We  are  taught  to  love  the  Lord, 
We  are  taught  to  read  his  word. 
We  are  taught  the  way  to  heaven, 
Praise  to  God  for  all  be  given. — Cho. 

3  Parents,  teachers,  old  and  young, 
All  unite  to  swell  the  song  ; 
Higher  and  yet  higher  rise, 

Till  hosannas  reach  the  skies. — Cho. 


470 


"  Jesus  wept !  "  |  those  tears  are  over, 
But  his  heart  is  |  still  the  |  same  ; 

Kinsman,  Friend  and  Elder  Brother, 
Is  his  ever-  |  lasting  |  name,  [ 

Saviour,  who  can  love  like  thee, 

Gracious  one  of  |  Betha-  j  ny  !  \ 


390  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  "  Jesus  wept  !  "  |  when  trials  seize  us, 

When  the  waves  of  |  sorrow  j  roll ;  \ 
I  will  lay  my  head  on  Jesus, 

Pillow  of  the  I  troubled  \  soul. 
Surely  none  can  feel  like  thee, 
Weeping  one  of  |  Betha-  1  ny !  1 

3  "Jesus  wept !  "  |  and  still,  in  glory. 

He  can  mark  each  |  mourner's  |  tear,  | 
Loving  to  retrace  the  story 

Of  the  hearts  he  j  solaced  |  here.  | 
Lord,  when  I  am  called  to  die, 
Let  me  think  of  |  Betha-  ]  ny  !  ] 

4  "Jesus  wept !  "  |  that  tear  of  sorrow 

Is  a  lega-  |  cy  of  |  love  ;  | 
Yesterday,  to-day,  to-morrow, 

He  the  same  doth  |  ever  |  prove.  | 
Thou  art  all  in  all  to  me. 
Living  one  of  |  Betha-  |  ny  !  | 


471 


L.M. 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow  ; 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below  ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


472 


CM. 


Let  God,  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  be  adored, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known. 

Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  39I 


473 


.S*.  M. 


Ye  angels  round  the  throne, 

And  saints  that  dwell  below, 

Worship  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
And  Holy  Spirit  too. 

^  l^  L.C.M. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  heaven's  triumphant  host 
And  saints  on  earth  adore  ; 

Be  glory  as  in  ages  past, 
Is  now,  and  shall  forever  last, 

When  time  shall  be  no  more. 


475 


H.M. 


To  God,  the  Father's  throne. 

Perpetual  honors  raise, 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 

To  God  the  Spirit  praise  : 
With  all  our  powers,  eternal  King, 
Thy  name  we  sing,  while  faith  adores. 


476 


6's  &*  4  s. 


To  the  great  One  in  three. 
The  highest  glories  be 
Hence  evermore  ;  ■ 
O  God,  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Spirit,  three  in  One, 
Praises  to  thee  belong 
On  earth,  in  heaven. 


392  MISCELLANEOUS. 


477 


7s. 

[Use  i,  or  6,  or  8  lines.] 

Praises  be  to  God  above, 
Praise  eternal  as  his  love  ; 
Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost ; 
Praise  him  all  below  the  sky. 
Praise  the  name  of  God,  most  High  ; 
As  through  countless  ages  past 
Evermore  his  praise  shall  last. 


478 


7*5  6^  6" s. 

To  the  Father  and  the  Son, 

And  Holy  Spirit  blest. 
Everlasting  Three  in  One, 

All  worship  be  addressed  ; 
Praise  from  all  above,  below. 

As  throughout  the  ages  past, 
Now  is  given  ;  and  shall  be  so, 

While  endless  ages  last. 


479 


ifs. 


O  Father  Almighty,  to  thee  be  addressed, 
With  Christ  and  the  Spirit,  one  God  ever  blest, 
All  glory  and  worship  from  earth   and  from 

heaven. 
As  was   and  is  now,  and  shall  ever  be  given. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  393 

480  ,.^-. 

Glory  be  to  God,  the  Father, 
Glory  to  the  eternal  Son, 

Glory  to  the  Holy  Spirit, 

Hail  the  blessed  Three  in  One  ; 
Hallelujah  ! 

Praise  above,  below  the  sky ; 

Loud  proclaim  Jehovah's  glory, 

Hail !  the  blessed  Three  in  One. 


INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS. 


Invocation,  1-3. 
Praise,  4-44. 
Prayer,  45-95. 
Thanksgiving,  96-130. 
The  Lord's  Day,  1 31-146. 
The  Bible,  147-156. 
Missionary,  157-173. 
Death  and  Judgment,  174- 
Temperance,  190-204. 
Invitation,  205-235. 
Faith,  236-262. 
Fellowship,  263-295. 
Self-dedication,  296-308. 
Repentance,  309-322. 
Heaven,  323-374. 
Miscellaneous,  375-480. 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


THE  FIGURES  REFER  TO  THE  NUMBERS  OF  THE  HYMNS. 


A  beautiful  land  by  faith  I  see. 
Abide  with  me !  fast  falls  the  eventide, 
According  to  thy  gracious  word, 
A  charge  to  keep  1  have,  . 

A  few  more  years  shall  roll, 
Again  we  meet,  O  Lord.       ,    •  ^ 
Alas!  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed. 
All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name,    . 
Almost  persuaded  now  to  believe, 
Alway-  with  us,  always.  .  . 

Amazini^  grace— how  sweet  the  sound, 
Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
Another  six  days'  wurk  is  done. 
Approach,  my  .-oul,  the  mercy-seat, 
Arise,  my  soul,  arise.  .  • 

Arm  of  the  Lord  !  awake,  awake, 
Around  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven, 
Ascend  thv  throne,  almighty  King,  . 
Asleepin  Jesus!  blessed  bleep.     . 
As  pants  the  hart  for  water  brooks, 
As  the  twilight  shadows  fall, 
As  with  gladness  men  of  old, 
Awake,  my  soul.  In  joyful  lays. 
Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve. 

Beautiful  Eden,  refuge  of  peace, 
Beautiful  home  of  the  blest. 
Beautiful  Zion,  built  above, 
Before  Jehovah's  awiul  throne, 
Behold  a  stranger  at  the  door.       . 
Behold,  the  mountain  of  the  Lord,  . 
Beneath  Moriah's  rocky  side. 
Blessed  comfort!  while  I'm  sleeping. 
Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds. 
Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow.     . 
Bread  of  heaven,  on  thee  I  feed, 
Brightly  gleams  our  banner,    . 


.  S29 

272 

.  283 

298 

■ 

.  183 

* 

141 

' 

.   24 

25 

.  319 

270 

.   38 

306 

.  139 

69 

.  320 

165 

.  342 

163 

.  175 

* 

273 

.  177 

387 

.   43 

37 

.  413 

373 

.  343 

13 

.  123 

166 

.  392 

* 

252 

.  263 

161 

■ 

.   77 

. 

219 

39^ 


INDEX. 


Broken  in  spirit, 

By  and  by  we  shall  see  Jesus, .     '     .     ' 

By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill, 

Calm  me,  my  God, 

Chide  mildly  the  erring,     .     '      .     *     . 

Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

Children  of  Jerusalem, 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King, 

Christ  is  merciful  and  mild, 

Come,  come  to  Jesus.     . 

Come,  every  pious  heart,    . 

Come,  friends  of  temperance. 

Come,  happy  children,  let  us  sing 

Come  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls.    '    . 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  calm  iny  mind. 

Come,  Floly  Spirit,  come, 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  dove. 

Come  home !  come  home. 

Come,  humble  sinner. 

Come,  let  us  be  joyful,   .  .  .     " 

Come,  my  Redeemer,  come. 

Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare. 

Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad.    . 

Come,  stay  thy  feet  by  the  sheltering  Rock 

Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing, 

Come  to  Jesus,     .... 

Come  to  the  Saviour, 

Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 

Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 

Come  with  all  thy  sorrow. 

Come,  ye  sinners,     .  .  .     *     . 

Dare  to  do  right !  dare  to  be  true ! 

Dear  Jesus.  I  long  to  be  perfectly  whole. 

Dear  refuge  of  my  weary  soul , 

Dear  Saviour,  ever  at  my  side. 

Dear  Shepherd  of  thy  people,  here, 

Depth  of  mercy,  can'there  be, 

Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep. 

Ere  another  Sabbath's  close. 
Ever  near  us,  ever  near  us. 

Fade,  fade,  each  earthlv  joy. 
Fading,  slowly  fading,  * 
Far  from  the  fold  of  Jesus, 
'^9,T  out  upon  the  prairie, 


134 
113 

238 
459 
114 
159 


INDEX. 


397 


Father,  a  weary  heart. 
Father,  bless  thy  word  to  all. 
Father,  I  know  that  all  my  life,    . 
Father,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee, 
Father  of  mercies,  God  of  love. 
Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  word. 
Father,  whute'er  of  earthly  bliss. 
Fierce  and  wihi  the  storm  is  raging, 
Forever  with  the  Lord. 
Friend  after  friend  departs,    . 
Friends  of  temperance, 
From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows 
From  Greenland's  icy  mountains. 
From  the  mountain  top, 

Gentle  Jesus,  meek  and  mild. 
Give  me  the  wings  of  faith,     . 
Glad  tidings!  glad  tidings! 
Glory  be  to  God,  the  Fatlicr,    , 
Glory  to  God  in  the  highest. 
Glory  to  God !  peace  on  the  earth. 
Glory  to  thee,  my  (niod. 
Go,  bury  thy  sorrow, 
God  railing  yet !  shall  I  not  hear, 
God  has  said.  Forever  blessed, 
God,  the  all-terrible  king. 
Go  to  Jesus  when  thy  neart,    . 
Grace  !  'tis  a  charming  sound,     . 
Gracious  Saviour, 
Gracious!  Spirit,  love  divine. 
Great '  -od  !  how  infiniie  art  thou, 
Great  God,  thy  presence,    . 
Great  is  the  Lord, 
Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah  ! 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  Anointed !  . 
Hark  I  hark !  my  soul, 
Hark  !  I  hear  the  Saviour  calling, 
Hark  !  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord, 
Hark  !  the  herald  angels  sing. 
Hark,  the  mighty  tones  sublime, 
Hark !  the  song  of  jubilee, 
Hark!  what  mean  those  holy. 
Haste,  my  dull  soul,  arise, 
Hasten,  Lord !  the  glorious  time. 
Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  wise, 
Have  you  any  room  for  Jesus,     . 
Hear  the  royal  proclamation, 


398 


INDEX. 


Heavenly  Father,  we  beseech  thee, 
He  leadeth  me !  oh,  blessed  thought. 
Help  us.  Lord,  throughout  this  day, 
Holy  Bible,  book  divine, 
Holy  Gho^t,  with  light  divine. 
Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord  God  Almighty, 
Ho !  my  comrades,  see  the  signal, 
How  blest  in  Jesus'  name, 
How  blest  the  man, . 
How  blest  the  righteous  when  they  die 
How  firm  a  foundation. 
How  gentle  God's  commands, 
How  happy  is  the  youth  who  hears. 
How  oft.  alas  1  th  is  wretched  heart, 
How  pleasant  thus  to  dwell  below, 
How  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place,    . 
How  sweet  is  ihe  Sabbath,  the  morning 
How  sweet  is  the  Sabbath  to  me, 
How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus,     . 
How  sweet  to  be  allowed  to  pray. 
How  sweet  to  leave  the  world  awhile, 

I  am  coming  to  the  cross, 

I  am  so  glad  that  our  Father  in  heaven 

I  am  waiting  by  the  river. 

If  we  knew,  when  walking  thoughtless 

I  gave  my  life  for  thee, 

I  have  read  of  a  beautiful  city,    . 

I  heard  a  voice,  the  sweetest  voice, 

I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say,     . 

I  lay  my  sins  on  Jesus, 

I  love  thy  kingdom.  Lord, 

I  love  to  steal  awhile  away,     . 

I  love  to  tell  the  story, 

I'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger,     . 

I'm  but  a  stranger  here. 

In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways,     . 

In  the  Christian's  home  in  glory, 

In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 

In  the  march  of  life, 

In  the  silent  midnight, 

I  saw  One  hanging  on  a  tree, 

Is  it  true  thnt  I  must  lie, 

I  stood  outside  the  gate,     . 

I  think  when  I  read  that  sweet  story, 

I've  found  the  pearl  ot  greatest  price, 

I've  reached  the  lanJ  of  corn  and  wine 

I  waited  for  the  Lord,  my  God,    . 


INDEX. 


399 


I  was  a  wandering  sheep, 
I  will  sing  of  my  Redeemer, 
I  would  nut  live  alvvay, 


Jerusalem,  forever  bright, 
Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 
Jerusalem,  the  golden, 
Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be, 
Je^us,  cast  a  look  on  me,    . 
Jesus,  engrave  it  on  my  heart, 
Jesus  hath  sought  us, 
Jesus,  I  love  thy  charming  name, 
Jesus,  immortal  King  !  arise, 
Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 
Jesus  is  our  loving  Saviour, 
Jesus  is  our  pilot, 
Jesus,  keep  me  near  the  cross^ 
Jesus!  let  thy  pitying  eye, 
Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul. 
Jesus  loves  me  !  this  I  know, 
Jesus,  most  holy,  pray  I  to  thee, 
Jesus,  my  saviour,  bind  me,   . 
Jesus,  my  Saviour,  cleanse  me,    . 
Jesus,  my  strength,  my  hope ! 
Jesus  slmll  reign  where  er  the  sun, 
Jesus,  tender  shepherd,  hear  me, 
Jesus,  the  very  thought  of  thee, 
Jesus  the  water  of  life, 
Jesus,  thou  joy  of  loving  hearts  ! 
Jesus,  thy  blood  and  righteousness, 
Jesus,  thy  church  withlonging, 
Jesus,  to  thy  dear  arms  I  flee, 
'■  Jesus  wept,"  those  tears  are  over, 
Jesus,  who  knows  full  well,    . 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  onward, 
Joy  to  the  world. 
Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea. 

Knocking,  knocking,  who  is  there. 

Land  ahead !  its  fruits  are  waving. 
Lead  me  to  Jesus. 
Lead  me  to  the  Kock, 
Lead  us.  heavenly  Father,  lead  us, 
Leagued  with  all  "the  powers. 
Leteverv  heart  rejoice  and  sing, 
Let  God." the  Father  and  the  Son. 
Let  our  hearts  be  always  cheerful. 


400 


INDEX. 


Let  us  grather  up  the  sunbeams,    . 

Lift  high  the  temperance  banner, 

Lift  the  voice  in  holy  song, 

Little  drops  of  water,     . 

Lo!  a  fountain  full  and  free, 

Look  to  Jesus,  weary  one, 

Look,  ye  saints,  the  sight  is  glorious, 

Lo!  on  a  narrow  neck  of  laud, 

Lord,  at  thy  mercy-seat.     . 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing,  . 

Lord,  I  hear  of  .showers  of  blessings, 

Lord  Jesus.  I  long  to  be  perfectly  whole 

Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray, 

Lo !  the  stone  is  rolled  away,  . 

Loving  Saviour,  to  thy  bosom,     . 

March  along  together. 

May  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour 

More  holiness  give  me. 

More  love  to  thee,  O  Christ, 

Mourner,  wheresoe'er  thou  art, 

Must  Jesus  bear  the  cr.iss  alone. 

My  body,  soul  and  spirit, 

My  country, 'tis  of  thee. 

My  days  ar.^  gliding  swiftly,    . 

My  faith  looks  up  to  thee, 

My  Father,  I  would  be  thy  child 

My  God !  is  any  hour  so  sweet. 

My  heavenly  home  is  bright  and  fair. 

My  home  is  in  heaven. 

Mv  hope  is  built  on  nothi-  gless, 

Mv  Saviour  stands  waiting, 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard, 

My  soul,  repeat  his  praise, 


Nea^-er,  my  God.  to  thee. 

Never  be  afr>iid  to  spiak  for  Jesus, 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts. 

Nothing  either  great  or  small, 

Not  what  I  feel  or  do.    . 

Now  be  the  gospel  banner. 

Now  just  a  ward  for  Jesus, 

Now  "the  Sabbath  eve  declining, 

Now  the  Saviour  calls  us. 

Now  to  heaven  our  prayers  ascending, 

O  day  of  rest  and  gladness,     . 

O  Father  Almighty,  to  thee  be  addressed, 


146 
479 


INDEX. 


401 


Of  thy  love  some  gracious  token, 

O  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 

O  happy  day,  that  fixed  my  choice,  . 

O  happy  saints,  who  dwell  in  light, 

Oh  !  do  not  let  the  word  depart. 

Oh,  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth 

Oh  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 

Oh  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink, 

Oh  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 

Oh  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing. 

Oh,  if  my  house  is  built  upon  a  rock, 

Oh,  praise  the  Lord,  let  all  rejoice, 

Oh !  say,  don't  you  see  as  in  triumph  it 

Oh  that  I  knew  the  secret  place. 

Oh  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone,   . 

Oh  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  wny 

Oh,  the  sweet  wonders  of  that  cross, 

Oh,  think  of  a  home  over  there,  . 

Oh,  we  are  the  reapers, 

Oh,  we  are  volunteers  in  the  army, 

Oh,  what  utter  weakness, 

Oh,  whither  should  I  go,     . 

Oh,  word  of  words  the  sweetest, 

Oh,  worship  the  Lord, 

O  land  of  rest,  for  thee  I  sigh, 

O  Lord,  thy  perfect  word. 

Once  more,  my  soul, 

One  by  one  the  sands  are  flowing, 

One  more  day's  work  for  Jesus, 

One  sweetly  solemn  thought. 

One  there  is  above  all  others. 

On  .Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 

Only  just  across  the  river, 

Only  waiting  till  the  shadows,     . 

On  the  mountain's  top, 

On  the  sweet  Eden  shore. 

On  to  the  conflict. 

Open  the  door  for  the  children ,    . 

Our  heavenly  Father,    . 

Our  lamps  are  trimmed  and  burning 

Our  Lord  is  God  forever, 

Our  times  are  in  thy  hand. 

Over  the  ocean  wave,  far,  far  away. 

Over  the  river  the  streets  are  of  gold 

Palms  of  glory,  raiment  bright, 
Pass  me  not,  O  gentle  Saviour  !    . 
People  of  the  living  God, 


402 


INDEX. 


Pilgrims  we  are,  to  Canaan  bound, 
Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair,  . 
Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  How 
Praise,  ray  soul,  the  King  of  heaven, 
Praises  be  to  God  above, 
Praise  the  Lord,  all  ye  people, 
Praise  the  Lord !  praise  him, 
Praise  the  Saviour,  O  ye  people ! 
Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire. 
Precious  promise  God  hath  given,    . 
Precious  Saviour,  1  have  found  thee, 

Rejoice !  rejoice !  for  Jesus  reigns,    . 

Kemember  thy  Creator  now, 

Repeat  the  story  o'er  and  o'er, 

Rescue  the  perishing. 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 

Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 

Round  the  temperance  standard  rally, 


Safe  in  the  arms  of  Jesus, 

Safely  through  another  week. 

Saviour,  like  a  shepherd  lead  us. 

Saviour,  listen  to  our  prayer, . 

Saviour,  source  of  every  blessing. 

Saviour,  visit  thy  plantation,  . 

Say,  brothers,  will  you  meet  us,   . 

See  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd,  . 

See  the  gentle  Shepherd  standing, 

Shall  we  gather  at  the  river,   . 

Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  river,  . 

Shall  we  meet  in  heaven. 

Shall  we  sing  in  heaven  forever. 

Shout  for  joy,  come  before  the  Lord 

Show  pity.  Lord, 

Silent  night!  holy  night! 

Simply  trusting  every  day. 

Sing  them  over  again  to  me,  . 

Sitting  at  the  feet  of  Jesus, 

Softly  now  the  light  of  day,    . 

Some  are  sowing  their  seed. 

So  near  to  the  Kingdom, 

Sound  the  battle-cry. 

Sowing  in  the  morning, 

Sowing  the  seed. 

Stand  up  for  Jesus, 

Still  with  thee.  O  my  God, 

Sun  of  my  soul,  thou  Saviour  dear, , 


INDEX. 


403 


Sweet  hour  of  prayer, 

Sweet  is  the  work,  ray  God,  my  King, 

Sweetly  sing,  sweetly  sing. 

Sweet  Sabbath  school,  . 

Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing,     , 

Sweet  thought,  my  God, 

Take  the  cross  without  repining, 
Tell  me  the  old,  old  story. 
Thanks  to  God  for  every  blessing, 
The  army  of  temperance. 
The  Bible,  the  Bible,  more  precious  than  gold 
The  cross,  the  cross,  the  blood-stained  cross. 
The  crystal  fount,     .... 
>  The  day  is  past  and  gone. 
The  light  of  Sabbath  eve,  . 
The  Lord  is  in  his  holy  temple, 
The  Lord  my  shepherd  is. 
The  Lord's  my  shepherd,  I'll  not  want, 
'1  he  Master  is  come,  and  calleth  for  thee. 
The  morning  light  is  breaking, 
The  pearly  gates  are  open, 
There  are  angels  hovering  round,     . 
There  is  a  beautiful  world, 
There  is  a  blessed  home. 
There  is  a  clime  where  Jesus  reigns, 
There  is  a  drink  that  leads,     . 
There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood,    . 
There  is  a  gate  that  stands  ajar. 
There  is  a  glorious  kingdom, 
There  is  a  happy  land, 
There  is  a  happy  time. 
There  is  a  holy  city, 
There  is  a  home  eternal,     . 
There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight. 
There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest. 
There  is  beauty  all  around,     . 
There  is  life  for  a  look, 
There  is  work  to  do  for  Jesus. 
There's  a  beautiful  land  on  high, 
There's  a  gentle  voice,  . 
There's  a  land  that  is  fairer. 
There's  rest  on  the  bosom  of  Jesus,  . 
The  Saviour  calls,  let  every  ear,  . 
The  shadow  of  the  Rock, 
The  sun  shines  bright. 
The  voice  of  free  grace  cries.  Escape, 
The  whole  world  was  lost  in  the  darkness  of  sin 


404 


INDEX. 


They  are  waiting  for  the  coming, 

Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love, 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 

Through  all  the  changing  scenes, 

Through  the  love  of  God  our  Saviour. 

Through  the  valley  of  the  shadow  I  must  go, 

Thy  way,  not  mine,  O  Lord  !   . 

Time  is  w^inging  us  away, 

'Tis  religion  that  can  give. 

'Tis  the  Saviour  who  would  claim. 

To-day  the  saviour  calls. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

To  God  be  the  glory,  great  things  he  hath  done. 

To  God,  the  Father's  throne, 

Toil  on,  teachers,  toil  on  boldly, 

Tossed  with  rough  winds, 

To  the  Father  and  the  Son,     , 

To  the  great  One  in  three, 

'Twas  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  who  died, 

'Twill  not  be  long,    . 


Wait,  my  soul,  upon  the  Lord, 

Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night,  . 

Weak  and  weary,  poor  and  sinful 

We  are  but  young,    . 

We  are  coming,  blessed  Saviour, 

We  are  going  forth,  . 

We  are  joyously  voyaging, 

We  are  marching  on, 

We  are  on  our  journey  home, 

We  are  o\it  on  the  ocean,   . 

We  are  pilgrims  on  the  earth. 

Weary  wanderer  o'er  the  main,  . 

Weary  with  walking  alone. 

Weeping  will  not  save  me. 

We  gather  in  this  dear  retreat. 

We  have  come  rejoicing,    . 

Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest,    . 

We  love  our  own  dear  Bethany, 

We  praise  thee,  O  God, 

We're  marching  to  Canaan. 

We're  on  tlie  road  that  leads  along, 

We've  'listed  in  a  holy  war. 

We  welcome  this  beautiful  Sabbath, 

What  a  friend  we  have  in  Jesus, 

What  sinners  value  I  resign. 

When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 

When  clouds  hang  darkly,     . 


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When  he  cometh, 

When  his  salvation  bringing, 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear,   , 

When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross. 

When  Je.^us  shall  gather  the  nations, 

When  life's  labor  song  is  sung, 

When  peace,  like  a  river,  , 

When  shall  we  meet  again. 

When  the  battle  is  fought. 

When  the  worn  spirit  wants  repiisc. 

When  thou,  my  righteous  Judge, 

Where  we  oft  have  met. 

While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light, 

Whilst  thee  1  seek,  protecting  Power, 

Whither,  pilgrims,  are  you  going, 

Who  is  he  in  yonder  stall, 

Who'll  be  the  next,  . 

Whosoever  heareth, 

Who,  who  are  these, 

Why  do  you  wait,  dear  brother. 

Will  you  meet  me  at  the  fountain, 

With'broken  heart  and  contrite  sigh, 

With  harps  and  with  viols, 

With  tearful  eyes  I  look  around, 

Work,  for  the  night  is  coming,     . 

Ye  angels  round  the  throne,  . 

Ye  Christian  heralds,  go,  proclaim, 

Yield  not  to  temptation, 

Zion,  the  marvelous  story  be  telling, 


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